Spring arrives and we run in full sprint preparing and tending. Summer has us watching, patiently waiting. Fall arrives with a prize: fruit grown in.the. bottle. Almost complete, almost. Large
We picked a bucket load of apricots the other day, and i have been working to preserve them for our winter larder. This year I have decided to brandy some.
My childhood summers had one constant; my grandparents. Although maybe not the true reality, I remember our last day of school coincided with their arrival; The grandparents, all 4 of