It’s strange to be blogging early on a Sunday morning, but Rich left at 6:15 for a flight to Chicago. It doesn’t seem like a normal Sunday anymore. He will only be gone until tomorrow night, but when he told me last week about this business trip, I got mad at him. I was so angry inside, mostly for selfish reasons…..”I” have to go to church with the children by myself now, “I” have to take the boys to music lessons by myself now, “I”, “I”, “I”, etc. . . . .I was bitter inside.
But now, I’m sitting here with tears of gratitude in my eyes because the Lord gave us such a beautiful day yesterday. He used an early morning walk, our children, a beautiful sunny day, bright sky, and apples, to tenderly knit our hearts together again. Our relationship was renewed, and Rich and I both felt so one, united, and close as we said our good-byes just an hour ago. All is peaceful again.
Rich has to work a lot. Sometimes on a Saturday his blackberry will keep going off and he’ll have to check it over and over. He was gone an average of 12 1/2 hours a day last week. But yesterday, his work seemed far away and all we did was concentrate on each other and the children. It was a much needed blessing.
At about 9:30 in the morning, after a stop at Dunkin Donuts for a breakfast sandwich, we drove the back roads to the Sturbridge area. We like to go on drives, the children are such good travelers that Rich and I can talk and enjoy the scenery as we go.
Jacob did get carsick though, poor boy. But soon we arrived at the apple farm and the fun could really begin! We took the children last year, too, and I’m sure it will be a yearly tradition now.
David, more than any of the others, has been wanting to go apple picking since spring!
We took home a total of 1 bushel of apples and I didn’t pick one! I let the children have the pleasure, I enjoyed watching and taking the pictures. . . . . .it didn’t take long for them to fill our bags.
My husband, not surprised to find me under an apple tree.
Ethan loves to shine his apples. It was chilly outside, thankfully moving around kept us from getting too cold.
Rich took this one, of me and the children.
Davy has to run to keep up with his Dad. I love how his arm is swinging way back in this photo, you can just tell he’s determined to keep up.
We also bought a dozen fresh, hot, cider donuts and passed them around in the van on the way home.
Caleb is wondering whatever are we going to do with all these apples?
(with his mouth STUFFED with donut)
Thankfully, the children were all too willing to get their mama to bring on the pies!
I was so tired, I needed their motivation.
We made three apple pies and a 9 by 13 pan of apple crisp and barely made a dent in our supply.

Schoolhouse Apple Crisp
from my Aunt Mary Ellen’s recipe collection
1/2 cup water in the bottom of a 9 by 13 pan
Layer the apples in the pan as thick as you like.
Combine 2 cups brown sugar, 1 1/2 cup flour,
and 1/2 cup cold butter in a separate bowl to make a crumb topping.
Sprinkle topping onto the apples, and. . . .
Bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes, until apples are tender and topping is golden.
My Grandma’s French Crust Apple Pie
1 nine inch pie crust (homemade is best, but I bought mine yesterday)
Filling: 3/4 cup sugar, 1/4 cup flour, 1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. cinnamon, dash salt, 6 cups sliced apples
Topping: 1 cup flour, 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1/2 cup cold butter (combine with pastry blender until crumbly.)
Mix apples and filling together and place in pastry lined pie plate. Sprinkle on the topping and bake for 50 minutes in a 425 oven, cover with foil the last 10 minutes to avoid over-browning.