One damp afternoon this fall, Corina and I met up at a little hidden orchard in town.It's an unexpected and quirky place because real, sweet, honest to goodness apples just don't normally grow well in Alaska. It has been a few months since these were taken, but I come across them on my computer every once in a while and thought I'd share them anyway.
The apples we picked found their way into the first (from scratch) pie I have ever baked.It was killer, if I do say so myself.
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." William Shakespeare