It’s September . It is apple picking time and the scent of apple sauce cooking on the stove brings back a flood of memories of my parents’ little backyard orchard! The trees were planted when my dad’s retirement years began. It was a new hobby for him and he kept meticulous records about each tree..
Tag: September
When the calendar turns to September I feel profoundly nostalgic, not so much because summer is coming to an end, but because September makes me think of my Dad . September is Dad’s month ! His birthday falls in the middle of September and he loved this time of year. He loved the fresh cooler..