this weekend on what felt like another summer day, we headed out of the city to pick apples. What used to be a simple family outing is much trickier now that our family is four instead of three, but all the effort gives way to what will be remembered as a perfectly messy, but perfect day all the same. My sister's family (she has two young children) came too- and all 8 of us grazed on apples, ran around, collected bugs, collected apples, and made photographs...
and this morning on the first cool day in forever- Claude and I made a pot full of applesauce. Life, though hard, is very very good.
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