Making Applesauce, Making Memories

 
Jars of applesauce reside in my downstairs closet. So many jars,lined up in rows and stacked atop each other...it's really quite satisfying!

107 pounds of apples - yikes! Let me tell you that 1here you could find apples in the kitchen, in the dining room, piled in the foyer...pretty much anywhere.

107 pounds of apples equals many hours in the kitchen.

Those jars don't equal thrift. I could purchase applesauce a lot cheaper in any grocery store, even the gourmet ones. They'd not only cost less money wise, they cost much less time wise.

But, there's not one jar, other than ours, whose label could list memories.

 - the drive out and back through the mountains and rolling hills of Virginia

 - the entire house smelling like applesauce

 - our Aussie waiting patiently for pieces of apples to drop and be gobbled up

 - poking through antique stores on the way to and fro

 - lunch out, whether it's in a cute little place tucked away in a small town, or a

    cheeseburger bought at the orchard

 - long conversations and time to just chill

 - stopping to take pictures of railroad tracks, pumpkins piled in an old pickup, and

   apples clinging to branches against a bright blue sky

 - and the list goes on

I'll be enjoying that applesauce all winter long. And when I unscrew the cap, memories will come flying out.

Memories just as delicous as that applesauce.   

 

Comments

[Kim Mailhot]

Making memories is really priceless. Love that you took the time to capture all of those in your jars ! Oh, and congrats on that awesome, awesome Fall baby Shower ! How perfectly Paula of you ! It looks like a wonderful time was had by all.
Big hugs, you wonderful life liver you !