Its beginning to feel like autumn.

Baba has picked the apples from her tree, I saw her yesterday. When i grow old I'd want to be like her, 85, arthritic hip and swollen asbestos fingers yet she still manages to walk around, stand by the cooker all day, read books and embroider intricate ukrainian patterns (even if, in her words "its boring"). She doesnt watch an ounce of tv, instead she does things, and I admire that of her. Even if it would be difficult to do that in this tech-ey era.