Delightful delightfulness

It was a nearly perfect day.  Together time that felt really together, like the wide bow must feel all looped up and snug on a present just waiting to delight its recipient … that is, if a bow could feel.  The air, in tight partnership with the falling leaves, was there to remind us of the approaching end of winter’s rest.  For the price of a couple of steamy latte’s we raced the corn maze, rode with hay, and collected a bag of apples too big for Z to carry.  The last of the apples found their way into last night’s apple pie.  

Mmmm.  
Salty buttery crunchy pie hearts.
Cinnamon-y lemon apple goodness.
It was a very nearly perfect day.

Update on Monday, October 26, 2009 at 09:57PM by Norma Jean Barrett

Email me if you would like the recipe for the oh so yummy apple pie.