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Look Who Came to Dinner


I’m hard and heavy preparing for CITR Retreat 2012 and the Party on the Farm, but I took the day off today from pretty much everything (am I allowed to do that? ha) to process a box of apples from the farmers market. I made 16 pints of Whiskey-Raisin Apple Butter.

I haven’t worked up a box of apples in a while. Apple season is just coming on. I got the box for $15. After processing the apples, surprisingly, I had a huge urge to go get another box, but I restrained myself. I really have too much to do to play with apples. (Sigh!) I’m in the middle of a perfect storm. The retreat and party are in less than two weeks, and my book is due in a month. I’LL BE FINE. Sort of.

I was tossing apple peels and cores all day to the animals. I could have been dehydrating them for potpourri or steam juicing them down to juice for jelly, but my brain just didn’t want to go there. There’s not a single animal on the farm who doesn’t appreciate a sideswipe from a box of apples, so I settled for playing apple Santa.

Some peels and cores went right out the studio door to the chickens. An unexpected guest crawled up.

Mr. Turtle! Or Miss Turtle. I really don’t know. We weren’t properly introduced. I think he/she wanted me to get some more apples, too.

I think I must have an obsessive personality. (What?! Is this news?!) Give me one or two apples, I’m fine. Give me a box, I want 10 boxes.

Somebody stop me. Apple season has just begun–and I’m too busy for apples!

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