Hello, Sunshine! We're getting ready to drive north to see our pastor son and his family. Our Jenny is feeling some suspicious contractions and may be closer to delivery than we thought. Last night we had Kelli's family over and watched the girls romp around in the grass, kicking the ball with their daddy.
Our house guests have come, gone, and will come again this week and I have parent/teacher conferences, too.
September provides such a lovely background scene, doesn't she? Look at the face below!
The leaves are still green! There are a few turning just now. Don't forget to press a few in the pages of your fat books.
In Martha Stewart Living this month you can find a fascinating article about a man from Maine who preserves heirloom apples. I haven't read it all yet, but don't you LOVE the idea of finding a few not-so-common varieties at your market? My grandpa grew Transparent apples. YUM! They made wonderful pie. He also grew Wolf River apples and they were huge! I took some to school for Show and Tell. Gravenstein apples are VERY tasty and he grew those, too. Washington is an apple state and when we lived in Spokane, we took the children to Green Bluff, a little farm haven off the beaten path. I have photographs of my pregnant self helping the kids pick boxes of apples. So, I deem this season "Apple Weeks" and I am going to eat many apples, make a pie or two, drink apple cider and take photographs of apple beauty. Would you like to join me?
By the way, no Honey Crisp apples in the produce section yet! SOON, I hope!
Bye bye, Apple Cheeks!