If the cool, crisp air of the winter’s morning hadn’t already brought about a spirit of cheer in the heart of Meg Walton, then the prospect of apple picking surely would have. She had lived her whole life without going apple picking, but now that her family had moved to Tennessee, it was an easy … Continue reading Writeober Day 18: Picking Apples
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Writeober Day 1: Leaves
“Wake up! It’s Fall!” Bree groaned, the fogginess in her brain telling her it was much too early to wake up. She rolled over, turning her back to the voice. “C’mon, Bree, you don’t even know what it feels like outside!” “Too early for outside,” Bree mumbled. “Too bad.” Something dumped on top of Bree—or … Continue reading Writeober Day 1: Leaves
Reflections on Fall Weather (from a Floridian)
The first day of Fall makes the world seem like an entirely different place. When I walked out of the house this morning and took in my first breath of chill, crisp air, suddenly nothing looked the same. The fallen brown leaves strewn all over the ground had been there for weeks, but I only … Continue reading Reflections on Fall Weather (from a Floridian)
E.J. Robison 