So much has happened since I last wrote here in the spring — our Gravenstein apples ripened, were picked and turned into pie, and are now a distant memory until next year; my little baby is on the cusp of being six years old…
So much has happened since I last wrote here in the spring — our Gravenstein apples ripened, were picked and turned into pie, and are now a distant memory until next year; my little baby is on the cusp of being six years old…