One of the many things we were excited about with this new home is the abundance of wild apple trees strewn about its land. Nearly every night, after checking on the garden, we amble up to the apple trees for an evening snack. Silas usually forages under the tree for apples while Poppy and Daddy seek out the perfect apple on the higher branches. Mama usually stands back marveling at the beauty of her family picking apples grown from our very own land.
I have grand plans of apple pies, apple butter, apple crisp, baked apples and apples sauce.
Oh, how my heart swells with autumn.
go gently + be wonderful