Several times in the last few days I’ve said “this month,” when referring to things we’d actually done in August. I couldn’t seem to wrap my brain around it being September yet. I mean, really. September? Already?
Hmmm. Maybe so…
We’ve got (slightly hail-damaged) Honeycrisp apples, fresh off the tree.
I made applesauce today. Tomorrow, maybe apple pie filling (anybody have a good recipe?) or apple butter. And a few will, of course, be squirreled away to find their way into little boys’ lunch boxes. School starts this week, you know.
Yep. I guess it really is September.