Letters of Introduction
Friday, September 7, 2012
Our crabapple trees (we have two) didn't produce much this year. One has fruit as tiny as cherries, and the other yielded very little. So off we went last weekend, Luanne and I, to pick crabapples at the inlaws' place. You see a couple tomatoes there; they also come from my mother-in-law's garden, and I threw them in with the crabs in hopes that the apples might ripen more. I think it's actually the other way around though, isn't it.
Smoothie-girl that I have become, I am coring all these little apples and freezing the resulting tiny wedges in baggies. There are four large bowlfuls to get through, and I'm not pushing myself. A few cups here, a few cups there. Meanwhile the bowls sit expectantly on the livingroom coffee table, the chair at the piano, and the chair in front of the picture window; they would fill the kitchen counter and that would drive me nuts. I'll get around to them. Eventually.
Readers originally from Margo may not have heard that we lost one of our schoolmates to heart attack a couple nights ago. Kim Kulcheski was in the same grade at school as my younger sister Karen, so only about 50 years old. It's sobering, of course, and one feels for his family.
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