With two little helpers, and a feline supervisor, I was able to gather a few baskets of our "wild" apples, which have been turned into the loveliest pink applesauce. Today we'll collect the windfall and drive some boxes over to our neighbour's horses. I'm thinking some little jars of apple jelly would be a sweet addition to our Christmas baskets, and perhaps I'll make some pie filling to freeze.
Walking out my door with a basket over my arm, across the grass to the apple-laden tree, calls to mind the woman who planted them long ago. I don't preserve them out of necessity, but feel somehow that I am honouring her, by ensuring that this local, organic food source does not go to waste. I hear her whisper through my children's hair as we gather. I am grateful to her.