A pretty amazing item about our new home is the weather. We've been getting a lot of snow and rain, and we'll take any moisture sent our way, no complaints! This means lots of clouds and often the low hanging clouds surround us as they pass through.
On a quiet, dark Sunday morning I was standing at the sink peeling and cutting up the remaining pears and apples. The pears are turning, so it was time. As the outside slowly gained light, I would glance up in between each pear and apple, or as I grabbed a sip of warm, fresh coffee.
Every time the view was different.
Once I could see the snowy hills on the other side of the valley.
Next I couldn't see anything but a white haze beyond the patio wall.
Then there would be just pieces of whisp left as we waited for the next cloud to envelop us. It's pretty magical.
Now, the crock put is full.
The apples and pears are drizzled with one tablespoon of lemon juice, plenty of local honey, lots of cinnamon and a pinch of cloves and we wait. We wait for the smell to float through the house for the day.
I can't think of a better way to start a Sunday morning or to use up the last of our apple and pear trees for the season.
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