One batch of apple butter is safely in jars, and another is bubbling in the crock pot.
On the stove, a pot full of apples simmer for applesauce.

The apple/spice fumes filling the house are intoxicating.

It SMELLS like fall, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it outside. Very warm.

I know, I know, it’s not officially fall yet, so what do I expect?

I EXPECT cool weather and rain. What I GET is something else entirely.

(Oh you do have such a problem with stating the obvious. I think you need to take a refresher course in English composition.)

I’m sure you are right.

But what would be the fun in that?

You wouldn’t have anything to do if I changed my ways.

(Trust me. You generate enough commentable nonsense on any given day to keep my whole family in business.)

You have family?

(Of course. Everyone has past participles don’t they?)

Oh Lord.

(At least I KNOW how to make a decent pun, which is more than I can say for most of your drivel.)

Okay, that’s enough.

This entry is over.

(Oh no it's not.)

Yes it IS.

(Says wh