(Remember that rhyme, “Cici, my playmate…”?)

Our one huge apple tree has been transformed into pies, pies, and more pies, not to mention a shelf full of applesauce and canned apples. Delicious.

That’s not without some old fashioned labor though, which you’ll have to imagine for yourself. (I didn’t snap a picture of Ryan balancing on a tree limb whacking the highest branches with a 30 foot extension-pole, because Vivienne and I were scurrying around, dodging the thunking apples, and picking them up as they fell. Mostly, I was just very busy praying for all of our safety.)

No wonder so many folks have written songs about “bringing in the harvest”; it is truly a glorious experience. God’s gifts, hanging bounteously on a tree.

*

*

*