We live close to the apple orchards in Oak Glen/Yucaipa, which is about a 40 minute drive, so when fall feels like fall, we take a trip out east and snack on some apple samples, and of course, apple cider donuts.
An old chestnut tree towers over the apple grove providing shade on those unforgiving sunny days. You’ll know it’s an aged tree because of its massive trunk. My mom stands in admiration looking up at its lush greenery knowing how time-consuming it is to wait for a tree to bear its first fruits. Thousands of chestnuts in their spiky green armor camouflage themselves amongst the last of summer leaves. Those ready for autumn detach from their branches and are strewn across the lawn while people sit at picnic tables enjoying their goodies from the store. There’s no apple picking allowed but there are plenty of apples in the store where you can purchase different varieties. There are also apple pies, apple butters, apple salsas, and other sweets. My one regret is not buying a jar of apple butter. Honestly though, my treatment often makes food unappealing and even the most scrumptious looking desserts can make me queasy. My mom discourages me from eating any sweets because sugar activates cancer cells, so when she permits me to eat a mini-donut, she knows eating something, even if it may be a donut, is better than nothing. And oftentimes, I prefer nothing. But I must fight on; I want to win this battle. I may have to drink chicken smoothies and green juice with (non-spicy) chili peppers (for vitamin C), but if it helps me fight, if it gives me energy, I’ll close my eyes and gulp them down. I don’t enjoy them and I make it known, hehe, but I am thankful. I am thankful for field trips, for savory smoothies; I am thankful for my family.
*Note: Elaine was modeling for my new bow business, Pin-A-Bow on Etsy, hence so many pictures of her in different bows. She is such a sassy little girl! I don’t know who she gets it from. (I think it’s from her father).