Every morning I go out in the backyard, sit on the porch swing while I wake up and then pick up all of these little beauties that have fallen to the ground.
I had more than enough, so today is THE day. The day I make apple crisp from my grandma Helen's recipe. It's such an easy recipe, even I can make it and it turns out delicious every time, no matter what I do.
It's starting to drizzle outside as the smell of apples and cinnamon float through the house.
Can you smell it from there? Miss you, Grandma.