climbing the apple tree
It doesn't have to take long. A fat hour for the climbing, the picking. A few more minutes to throw together a pie while those boys are eating their lunch (because when you have fresh apples and three boys beg you for apple pie, and you know there's not time, but you start peeling anyway, and then, somehow, pie). The sauce and the butter will come (good thing apples keep a long time), but for now, pies, tarts, and turnovers wherever we can fit them in. Hand pies are up next, I'm told.
Apples in 2010. Apples in 2012. Apples in 2013.
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