more storms arrived today so we stayed in, making buttermilk waffles and twirling to the tunes of granville williams, till the gray skies passed and we could head out for a wander.
here is cc under a wonderful apple tree on monastery lane, two moments from mabel's front step. he stooped and squatted, collecting damaged apples that had fallen in the storms. they were mostly the size of plums and sat tight in his little fist. our first nova scotian scrump.