After the first day of classes, I took my daughter to the orchard. This is our new tradition — culling together good eats from the local farms at the start of the school sessions. We discovered the orchard last summer after she moved into the dorms.
She was uneasy: some of her textbooks were on backorder, there was a class she wanted to drop for another, and she had to prepare for a TA role. So I scooped her up and drove to the orchard. She gathered the Zestar, some honey, sharp cheddar, and fudge. But best of all, we sat in the orchard drinking cider slushies, watching a determined chicken find worms, and basking in the setting sun.
How do you respond to back-to-school craziness?