My latest issue of All Recipes magazine arrived in my mailbox today just as I was setting out on some errands so I handed it quickly over to She Who Must Be Obeyed, who would be happy to tell you that she's been cooking and baking for hundreds of years.
After all my running around I got home and excitedly asked her how it was.
She replied, tiredly I thought, with "Oh, you know. It's seasonal. Cookies, cookies, cookies."
Then I got a text from Baseball Steve, asking if I was watching "Our Boys".
I had forgotten that game 6 of the National League Championship Series between Our Diamondbacks and the Philadelphia Phillies had begun early.
So I haven't seen my "cookie" magazine yet.
But I did spot a couple of other signs of the season in a neighbor's yard.
'Tis the season, indeed.
