Summer's Last Gasp

What a gorgeous day it was in Mimico today. Cloudy in the morning, but by mid-afternoon it was brilliant! I walked to the church and back today and I hated to go in the house. But I had to, Ms Journal. Apples awaited.


Dad wouldn't let me leave Mt. Forest without taking some apples with me.

I put a few in a bag and began to tie it. But Dad thought I should have more.

"Jesus, boy! Take some apples! We've got more than we need. Take what you want!"

"This is all I want," I told him. "I won't use more than this."

"Shit," he said. "You'll need more than that if you're going to make apple sauce."

I've got about two pecks of apples, Ms J. About half a bushel. I decided to try making some apple sauce.


So I quartered a bag full and peeled off the skin and removed the seeds and husk.


Boiled it all down and added some sugar and a bit of cinnamon.

It filled two quart mason jars. I forgot to take a picture and I don't feel like going into the cellar to take a photo of two jars of apple sauce. You'll have to use your imagination here, Ms Journal. There's enough left over to have some for dessert this weekend. Meagan will be here and she loves apple sauce. I'm kind of looking forward to fetching a jar of homemade apple sauce from the cellar this winter when it's cold and stormy outside. It's then that I'll especially enjoy Dad's apples!

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I've got to go and collect my girl right now, but I'll leave you with a couple of shots I took this aft' when I was out for a walk. As always, you can click on the images to see them full size. These are for you, Marie. Enjoy!


This Maple is just up the street. It's only just beginning to show its crimson mantle.


This one's a little prettier. Soon enough, though, the trees will drop their colourful robes in preparation for the long bath of winter.

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