One day this fall Leah will go out to our small orchard intending to pick apples so that she can make applesauce for the winter.
All I can say is: She’d better get out there and pick soon or there will be no apples to be found. A certain someone who lives here has been making nice with the neighbor’s horses each morning (I only give Rusty and Grace one apple a day, maybe two. Honest!)
This morning I realized that my generosity is beginning to be more than a little noticeable. Pickings are looking kind of slim in our orchard.
Oops.
In my giving-away-the-farm defense, I must say: Can’t you see how sweet those horses are? Can you blame me for taking them treats?
