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The Apple Picker

I have this picture of the Ideal Summer. I think we're spending it somewhere on a windswept hillside with a picnic. Laurel doesn't try to run away in it.  I've made a Victoria sponge cake and the children are all wearing clothes I've made for them.  I'm getting ahead of myself, of course, with a baby (as I think one is), these things are simply impossible.  I need to stop mentally chasing this kind of Summer and see the one that is.  What is here is a week that seems derailed.  I'm still working at getting things back in order, though I guess I should give that up, too.

Apple Picker

Having located the Mythic Apple Picker, I finally picked some early apples for applesauce.  I had nearly given up on the idea.  It worked well, in the blinding sun, and Laurel slept just long enough.  Back home, the children took the stems off and I halved them in record time.  I got three pots of apples on the stove and tidied up.  There were apple peel bits everywhere.  This would be the Peel Generator.  She does seem to need the extra oral stimulation lately, so we let her get on with her work.  She loves unripe berries, too, though Roan is hard at work to show her what ripe ones look like.

Apple Eater

After the apples were soft, I put them through the food mill.  We borrow an old one from a friend, though I hear they sell new ones just like it for $20.  I am considering that very carefully, as this one always has some leftover bits in it from whatever was milled last.  Which is just delightful.  I've developed a cleaning routine now, to say the least.  So, milling all those apples and getting them back into a pot to keep hot, I poured hot applesauce on my hands.  I don't recommend that.  That has a way of derailing things.  But, I did find my old rubber gloves and used them to wash the dishes.

Mint Tea

After a supper of leftovers in a thunderstorm, with the jars sealed and cooling on the counter, the electricity went out. Dishes were washed, there was general unrest about the routine disruption, we went to bed. But, sleep I did not. The lightning was like a strobe light, which I know now is very dangerous. I spent most of the night worrying about the food in the refrigerator and took it all to Becky's house first thing in the morning.

The children donned rain overalls (and Willow's new rain suit that I found at the thrift store!) and jumped in puddles around the neighborhood. I watched as a car went by with an elderly woman in the passenger's seat. Her mouth and eyes were wide with delight. I think, most of the time, that our aging neighbors really like having a bit of youth around to remind them of times gone by.  The electricity was back on at lunch time--how funny it was to have just our little street out while the rest of the town went on as usual.

Oh, see my tea?  Willow and Roan fixed it up for me.  Willow really has a way of showing up with a refreshing beverage at just the right time.

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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