No real special occasion. Just feels like an apple pie kind of day. (You can feel it in the air.) Isaac says so. He urges me on. "It's been so long, Mom." Already five o'clock and I haven't even started dinner. So I get busy. Pastry dough and peeling taking precedence over meal making sustenance. Warm up Saturday's tomato soup. (Hey, that's a good idea.) Walk out to the garden to gather some tomatoes and a cucumber for a salad. Stick some bread in the toaster. Light the candle on the table. Nice and cozy way to welcome them home. To the dinner table.