a fall tromp, a batch of applesauce & an afternoon in suttons bay with grandma

My daughter and my mother spent the afternoon together. They went for a walk in the sun and found a small apple tree in a field. A rogue seed that had prospered alone. I imagined them tromping through the neon orange and yellow Maples, with sage-colored Cedars keeping time along the way. They picked the apples and carried them home. And once here, peeled them and sliced them into pot for applesauce. A spoonful of cinnamon, some sugar and a stool. It was a perfect Tasha Tudor moment.