School has started and the trees are starting to think about putting their annual show, which means it is time for apples - lots and lots of apples.
As we forked over the bucks for an empty bag into which we put said apples, I had visions of Tom Sawyer and the white washing of the fence. "We're buying memories," says DH. They certainly are tasty memories, at least.
Don't tell that turkey that Thanksgiving is coming!
1 comment:
I love that last picture. :)
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