Autumn leaves

I'm back in my hometown, just briefly, and feeling vaguely surprised that it did not simply crystallize in summertime. The leaves are turning on some of the trees: the ash leaves turning yellow, and something in the backyard - a sassafras, perhaps? - shedding scarlet leaves on the late-blooming black-eyed Susans.

When I was little, my mom used to call the black-eyed Susans brown-eyed Jennies, after me - my eyes were not brown, but never mind - and we would wave to them from the sliding glass door as they bobbed in the July heat.

It feels early to me for the leaves to be changing; I still think it's August, somehow, but we've already reached mid-September. It's funny how time slips by.

And they call her...the Piemaker

I have two papers due this week. One is written and done with and contains a quote by Keats. The other is due Wednesday, and I've written for it the Most Horrible Draft ever, so terrible that I've chucked it entirely and started a new draft, which would be helpful except that I have nothing to say because I have no idea what precisely this paper is supposed to be about because he never exactly explained it, despite my mournful pleas for clarification. I'm supposed to be finding my voice or refining my historical interests or something.

(I already have a voice. I can't imagine he wants me to write this paper as if it were an LJ entry and/or a story. "And then Theodore Roosevelt and Emma Goldman were forced to work together to stem the zombie apocalypse! Roosevelt thought it was the most fun ever.")

Crisis looms! Doom impends! I made a raspberry-apple pie.



The crust stayed together this time! I used brown sugar in the shortbread dough, which has nothing to do with it staying together but everything to do with extra deliciousness.

Sadly I can't turn it in for a grade, but at least I have a delicious breakfast for tomorrow. It will help me write! Somehow!