Temporal Duality
Yesterady we went to the Nursery's apple tasting festival, after the tasting tent was closed, to get some apples and pears. We had been enjoying a visit with Chiara & Jeb, and we all walked down to get some excellent fall produce.
Especially today, I am struck by the notion that the last time we went to the festival, it was a looooong time ago, while at the same time, the memory of the first time we went is fresh in my mind, as crisp as the sweet, tart, apples we tasted last year. An odd duality, since most other things that happened before B was born seem like a distant memory of something a long time ago.
Of course, the more I think about it, the more I want to have made an apple crisp earlier this evening... D'oh.
Mmm... sweet apple crisp...
Especially today, I am struck by the notion that the last time we went to the festival, it was a looooong time ago, while at the same time, the memory of the first time we went is fresh in my mind, as crisp as the sweet, tart, apples we tasted last year. An odd duality, since most other things that happened before B was born seem like a distant memory of something a long time ago.
Of course, the more I think about it, the more I want to have made an apple crisp earlier this evening... D'oh.
Mmm... sweet apple crisp...
