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Apple-picking
It was way too hot for apple-picking today, but we went anyway, because it's always fun, and also, there are fresh cider doughnuts. This is how we know it's autumn, even if it's 80 degrees outside: cider doughnuts, chased by ice-cold apple cider pressed at the orchard.
There are many, many apples in my fridge now, and some slightly underripe Bosc pears in the fruit bowl. Sometime before I leave for London, I need to find time to can applesauce and/or apple chutney. Right now, though, I am tired, and plan to spend the rest of the day doing laundry, knitting the last section of the baby blanket, and generally sitting on my ass.
Honeypot Hill was badly hit by a hailstorm earlier this year, and lost 600,000 apples. As a result, many of the apples still on the tree were slightly dinged. Not a problem for me, since I'm cooking mine down to mush anyway, but it did mean that the really nice-looking apples had long since been picked over.
The tree where we found most of the Macintosh apples had the most beautiful trunk. I wish I'd brought my real camera with me instead of just the iPhone; the iPhone did fine, but the camera has zoom and focus options the iPhone doesn't.
From inside the tree, if you looked up, all you could see was leaves and blue sky, and sun-dappled trunk, and an apple here and there.
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columbina and I did some yard work. With the basement door propped open so that we could plug in the lawnmower, Inu was able to sneak outside for a little recreational grass-chewing. Well, more like gumming, really; she doesn't have all that many teeth left. But she does love her work.
There are many, many apples in my fridge now, and some slightly underripe Bosc pears in the fruit bowl. Sometime before I leave for London, I need to find time to can applesauce and/or apple chutney. Right now, though, I am tired, and plan to spend the rest of the day doing laundry, knitting the last section of the baby blanket, and generally sitting on my ass.
Honeypot Hill was badly hit by a hailstorm earlier this year, and lost 600,000 apples. As a result, many of the apples still on the tree were slightly dinged. Not a problem for me, since I'm cooking mine down to mush anyway, but it did mean that the really nice-looking apples had long since been picked over.
The tree where we found most of the Macintosh apples had the most beautiful trunk. I wish I'd brought my real camera with me instead of just the iPhone; the iPhone did fine, but the camera has zoom and focus options the iPhone doesn't.
From inside the tree, if you looked up, all you could see was leaves and blue sky, and sun-dappled trunk, and an apple here and there.
Back home,
columbina and I did some yard work. With the basement door propped open so that we could plug in the lawnmower, Inu was able to sneak outside for a little recreational grass-chewing. Well, more like gumming, really; she doesn't have all that many teeth left. But she does love her work.
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Most important, the line for the cider doughnuts was shorter than usual.
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