Today J picked the apples from our three backyard trees. It’s been a good year for the apples, and box after box came inside. Red, crisp, sweet. Hundreds of apples. The big girls posed proudly for a photo in front of the pile. The baby held an apple in each hand and seriously applied herself to the task of trading off bites.
Our plan to make applesauce all day went out the window, the boxes went to the cool basement, and now every time I go downstairs the sweet smell of fall wraps around me. One day soon we’ll be making a year’s worth of applesauce, but today we settled for a enjoying just a taste of the season’s bounty in our salad. Continue reading