It has been weird lately, and indeed scary. My husband and daughter and I went apple picking the other day, it was great. I love the apple orchard, and the smell was heavenly. We go to a smaller local place, we love it there. We even bought some local honey and some homemade sour cherry jam. It brought back memories of pitting bowls and bowls of cherries from my mom's tree. Back then they didn't have cherry pitters, you used a bobby pin, but I was young, I ended up just squeezing the pit out. (that's my daughter, Kasey, with me. I'm the old crone.)
Nothing good to share, unfortunately.