Cool and Crisp

In a supreme act of mercy, the clouds rolled in yesterday and cooled things off around here. It’s like waking up from a drugged sleep to finally have cool air wafting into your bedroom window in the morning…my brain functions better, I see better, I’m taller, I weigh less and my skin clears up, just like that. Bam!

Yesterday we drove up to Apple Hill and brought home something for me to do.

The crock pot awaits.

I see apple butter on the horizon.

I want my apple butter on awfuls!

(I think you mean waffles there, don’t you squirt?)

That’s what I said.

(Obviously, it started when she was quite young.)

What started?

(Oh nothing. Nothing at all.)