My Favorite Flavor
Reminiscing about Autumn at Indiana University
Autumn crackled and split into a thousand colorful shards of reds, browns, yellows, and every variation in between. The warm, rich smell of the wet forest and the fields getting ready for the longer, colder nights settled over the small New England community where I live and work as a carpenter. The hillside was just starting to color up. A few brown leaves crunched underfoot. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was packing...
