To Peel An Apple

When I was in grade school, our class took a field trip to the house of another student.



I don't recall everything we did there, but I do recall learning to make cinnamon applesauce.



It must have been Fall.



The lady allowed us each to turn the crank on her apple coring machine.



I thought it was the niftiest thing.



And I have wanted a machine of my own ever since.



They always felt like an indulgence at $20 or even $15 apiece.



But this weekend, I found one brand new, on sale at a thrift store for $3.



I'm tempted to say my life is now complete, but really it is just a tad more sweet.



Apple curls, anyone?

The Lady In My Tree

Our FaceBook friend Mitch often posts poetic pictures of  the "Old Lady" tree near his home. And, it is a beautiful, old lady tree.

See?

Mr. Mitch is an interesting fellow and I often want to do and be and think and see in step with him. 

So, imagine my delight when I discovered  that we have an Old Lady Tree too...

See? 

Okay, so she's a bit of a hag. 

I surely wouldn't eat any apples from this tree. Mainly because it isn't an apple tree, but also because 'she' looks like the witch from Snow White, whose specialty was the Drowsy Apple. 

See? 

I have friends standing by - ready to call the right folks and administer the right meds for me if the lady in my tree turns out to be from another Disney franchise: 

If I hear it speak, I am to repeat:"A tree may speak to me, but only metaphorically." 

(...and so help me, if you ever find me running around in a buckskin dress...talking to the trees... wrap me up in my loooong sleeve pajamas please...)