This decision has absolutely nothing to do with surgeries, recoveries or anything of the like. To be honest, this decision was made last year! At the last apple picking adventure.
(Actually, the decision was a possibility that became reality. Boring!)
But the excitement of the day and the joy that it brings to those going plus to the newbies about to take part is beyond explanation. And the apples folks are bringing us when they return! Fellowship being fellowship among people you love, how can you beat it?
We'll miss the folks, laughter, the cider and apple donuts. Sometimes ya gotta keep the home fires burning for the coming home folks. Trust me, that makes sense somewhere in the universe.
A dear family friend has paved the way for all of us to come home. He passed away last Saturday. He and Raymon had some touching goodbyes throughout the Summer, some of the facts of their friendship leaning toward revisionist history. But glory and honor, peace and joy was their relationship no matter what. They did not have to say good-bye. Or see you later. Or wait for me.
For them, a space in time is nothing.
But we have to wait a year for fresh apples. He'll have apple donuts waiting...