I've been asked exactly three times in the last week,"Now tell me, how do you make your applesauce?" I'm no applesauce queen, but I tend to make a batch every year and the jars tend to diappear rather quickly. If you are taking a leap into applesauce this year and you want to hear just how *simple* the process can be, join me... We gathered apples from our own orchard this year, which was a huge treat! With three little nuggets running around, I was a pinch concerned about how many apples would actually be gathered at our annual apple picking and how many apples would be snacked on. Moms, you know what I'm talking about 2.5 bites in, "I wanted a red one, not a green one"... "can I pick another"... or the sly older kids simply drop their half-eaten treat on the ground to see how many bees will come calling. Cool temps and apple trees right outside our front door are a gift from the heavens!!! We filled a garden cart with apples on Mond

It has taken some time to wrap my mind around what to do with the over grown, shabby patches that were marked to me as a garden. Moving a farm, just after having a baby, was one of the more challenging undertakings of my adult life. I had to be logistics supervisor, head chef, nurturer, motivator, coffee supplier, and mover... all the while trying not to over exhert my postpartum midsection. A challenge, for certain. The sheep rode in the back of the Subaru and they made it. The bee hive slipped from tired fingers and (loaded with honey) fell to the ground, but they made it. An inexperienced moving truck driver backed over our septic tank and collapsed it, but it has now been repaired. Yesterday marks one month in our new home and I'm still completely overwhelmed by the kindness and support of our friends. Those who helped us MOVE A FARM. Incredible. Absolutely unreal. In a time where headlines scowl and neighbors close themselves off, newsfeeds bring tears and defeat our spir