Sense the pure freshness
smell the air after the rain
cinnamon apples
summer’s maturing harvest
offers the first taste of fall.
Sense the pure freshness
smell the air after the rain
cinnamon apples
summer’s maturing harvest
offers the first taste of fall.
TINY LESSONS BLOG 
What beautiful apples. Terrific picture of the droplets on the apples. Hugs
In my childhood home, my dad still has a wonderful apple garden. They were almost ready to pick now when I visited last week. And so good!
At a funeral I recently attended and old, old friend joyfully told me of the old apple tree in my ancestral home. After a long period of slowly fading away it’s rebounded. This happy story, along with yours reminds me that fall is my favourite season; a time when we really come alive and taste the bounty of our labours.
Some years ago when visiting my childhood home, I saw the apple garden in a shape that made me worried, but this year it was more vibrant than ever! Such a huge harvest. My dad will have a great time giving bags of apples to people who don’t have any of their own.
What a delicious earthly Autumnal soprano song!
Thanks for your poetic words Debbie! Hugs
Lovely. On the stove at our house: fresh apples cooking down to applesauce.
I can smell the applesauce – delicious!
The apples look lovely. I want to pick one and take a bite. Were none of the apples ready for you to try? Freshly picked apples taste soooooooo good.
These red “cinnamon” apples were not quite ready, but there were yellow apples (another picture for another story) that were ready and very delicious. I probably had a bag of them while there 🙂
I am very glad you tasted some.
You have me so hungry for applesauce now…mentioning cinnamon with apples!
These particular apples, once ready, already have a faint taste of cinnamon. We used to call them “cinnamon apples” when I grew up. But of course one can always add some 🙂
They look like luscious apples!! Thank you for following.