Wishing I were
in upstate New York,
in her kitchen..... peeling the
forty pounds of apples,
given to her by church family
and friends. That's what it's
all about in a small community.
Today has been set aside for
making apple butter.
The photo came to me, via the
Internet, and made my heart
just as happy as could be.
"These are what I'm
talking about, Mom."
I thought to myself,
way they should be...
different sizes, bits of imperfection
all varieties and colors...."
Bite into any one of these and you
might find sweet and juicy,
or tart and sweet.....delicious!
Some of these will be nicely canned
for winter apple pies and others for the best
colanders with peelings and cores,
scalded Bell jars,
apple pies with good ole flaky crust
and, once upon a time, climbing apple trees.