It was a brisk Fall day on Strawberry Way,
but the sun was shining and the folks eager for apple dumplings were many.

Did anyone even pretend to resist savoring the dumplings, pie, dumplings, crisps, dumplings, turnovers, ("hey, they've run out of dumplings!"), and cakes celebrating the apple –
or those Pittsburgh favorites dished up by the Smithfield Cafe: ham BBQ, hot sausage, haluski, kielbasa and kraut?

With music by Horace Turner and his fellow jazz musicians, home-made crafts, baked goods, and condiments – and a sudden appearance of candied apples, there was more than enough to entertain and satisfy people on their lunch break from neighborhood shops and offices for blocks around the church.

   

       

   

 

Ok, it was a bit windy and many took their food back to warm offices, but it's Fall. It's apple season!
And can one really ever eat too many apple-icious desserts?

Well, perhaps. Consider –

"The Cow in Apple-Time," by Robert Frost.

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten.
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.

  – through you and me!