Autumn was a passage through Appledom. The wild apple harvest was the heaviest we had seen. Whereas last year there had been no fruit at all, this year the deer and woodpeckers staggered drunkenly through November.
By December 3rd, there were still brown-green apples clinging stubbornly to trees. The new month waxed like moonfruit in branches of a birch tree in the yard. Sunset was a field mouse scurrying. Inside the house, I was looking for lost socks. Usually I receive socks at Christmas time– comfortable foot-huggers that I’ll wear on the trout stream, on the short hike, and in the classroom. Usually by Halloween they’re gone– those good stretchy socks are lost, for the most part, to unwitting thieves or cluttered corners or the black hole of a spinning Whirlpool dryer. After drinking several beers, in anticipation of a morning jaunt, I found nothing.
It was time to spin a soundtrack of a rivertop ramble. Michael Hurley and the Unholy Modal Rounders (“Have Moicy,” 1976) would do. “What Made My Hamburger Disappear?” Bizarre American folk music. Homemade Applejack quality. Hold on to your socks!