The appley time of year.

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My granddaughter Maggie (photo above from a different stage of her life) was here from Wisconsin for a night and a day this week, with her husband Wil. They are expecting a baby in a few months, glory to God. One thing we did during our visit was to drive to the apple orchards where I always go. This time I brought home a box full of Rome Beauties, Baldwins, and Pippins. I think I’ll start dehydrating most of them next week, but for now, the garage where they are waiting is very aromatic.

I have so many lovely paintings I’ve saved in digital files on my computer, and not enough poems and other blog posts to attach them to. I may have to contrive reasons to put up my favorites, maybe without stories. But apples are a fallish topic, so in this case it they give me an obvious opportunity to share this painting below.

Henry La Thangue, A Sussex Autumn

 

20 thoughts on “The appley time of year.”

  3. My son and his family always go to an orchard in Indiana to pick apples in the Fall. Last weekend we went there to buy pumpkins and mums. The weather was perfect and we had a great time. His girls are 8 and 11.

    AMDG

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      1. Honey Crisp and Jonagolds are two kinds that I like but really there are very few kinds that I dislike. Red Delicious is one of them.

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      2. I am able to keep mine in the garage and use it right where it sits, for which I am so thankful. I first bought it when I had an abundant fig crop to preserve, and then I found that it was great for drying apple rings into crispy snacks 🙂

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  6. Your description of the aroma of apples takes me back to 1973 when I visited my aunt in England for the first time: her larder was filled with apples at the time and I thoroughly enjoyed that her little cottage smelled of apples, conjuring up all sorts of appley outcomes!

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  7. Lovely post, and congratulations on the new addition to the family. I love this time of year too. I spend it making preserves, and right now it’s all about apples. Nothing goes to waste, even the skins become vinegar.

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  8. Your mention of the scent of apples in the garage brought to mind my childhood when my parents bought a large wooden box of Transparent apples, and another of MacIntosh apples each fall. The Transparents softened quickly and were turned into pies and crumbles, and we ate through the MacIntosh box in quick order. The cold room in which the apples were stored had that delightful sweet smell of apples.

    How lovely to have a visit from your granddaughter and to anticipate a new life being formed.

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