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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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Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of apples available to play with AFTER the party & retreat. But I don’t blame you for jumping the season, with a deal like that. And what a luscious smell apple butter has.
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I love the coming of Autumn with apples and pumpkins!
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I’m avoiding fruit since I have so much milk and cream to take care of (and only 1 cow in milk). I have 24 pounds of butter in the freezer and so much cheese in the cave I hardly know what to do with the milk. I need PIGS to drink it for me.
Any kind of canning sounds lovely, I only wish I had time for it, but I am SO glad I overdid it last year.
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Years ago, I had a Labrador Retriever that had a litter of pups, and a few of them died. There was box turtle in our yard that the dog found and she carried back to where the puppies were and she would not let it leave. As soon as it would start to go out of the area, she would pick it up and carry it back with the pups.
Finally I had to relocate the turtle out of her reach.
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