A month of apples.

I was mesmerized this afternoon. Thirty little squares of paper, five shades of ink, and two tiny brushes lulled me into a state of applicious.

No splatters, no spills, no apples shaped like strawberries. Just one after another, 'til I had a peck or a bushel or an entire orchard on my desk.

If an apple a day keeps the you know who away...I'm covered!