Honey-crisp, Macoun, Rome Beauty, Pink Lady, Gingergold,
Take your camera along for those postcard moments of the ones you love peeking back at you through the bowery of apples and leaves. At last, when the mid-western heat is at its peak, head to the grape arbor and relax with an icy cider slush.
Pierre Charles Baudleaire once said, “A book is a garden, an orchard, a party…” I say, everyone’s family “book" should have several pages of orchard tradition. What are you waiting for? The scent of apples is on the air!
Mary is an old-fashioned thirty-something wife, homeschooler, and aspiring writer. Her blog, Home-steeped Hope, feeds her love/pursuit of the written non-fiction word while her women's fiction "dreams" wait TBR (to be revised)...