Applesauce

My Mom is awesome. I started out thinking that and then went through a phase where I wasn't so sure and now, thanks be to God, I'm back again!! She's not just awesome because she helps me with my newborn babies or randomly cleans my home or brings us dinner or sends me funny comic strips and newspaper articles or prays for me and my children by name, everyday.....all these things are wonderful, but she, as a PERSON is where the awesomeness lies. She is strong, brave, compassionate, kind, merciful, giving, warm, and if you want a GOOD hug, she's the one to come to! I've come to love this poem....helps keep things in perspective! My awesome Mom and I made applesauce the other day.
My Dad saved us a lot of time and work by getting up early and cutting the apples for us.
Thanks Dad!
Next they were cooked in this big pot and turned to mush....

then placed in the strainer....or whatever it's called....what IS this thing called? and with the push of a button the apples were squeezed into applesauce.
a spoonful, (or bag full!) of sugar was added....

the jars were washed and the hot applesauce poured into them.....
such a rewarding part of the process,
watching the yumminess being canned knowing that in January
I will have a bowl full of August....
Sweet Paisley watching Grandma and Mommy....

our little canning station.
Let me explain this picture:pictured on the far right is my Dad's beloved wood pile....this is akin to his very own World Series Trophy or Super Bowl ring....or his own Stanley Cup, I mean seriously, every.year. this man puts so much pride into this wood pile it's just about humorous!

Further Left, behind Paisley's car seat you will see the red wagon:
don't know where it came from, but it's been around for quite some time and the grandchildren like to take it for a cruise...it makes for some great pictures. And it is the wagon that was used on our wedding day to pull some of the "baby" flower girls down the aisle.

Continue with me to the corner on the far left....I honestly don't know what to call this other then

my Dad's "little spot on the earth." I sat in the old recliner and looked about at all his.....stuff.....
and had a good chuckle! Old newspapers, small strands of baler,(or is it bailer?) twine, shotguns, labeled tools, pictures of his children, old calenders, pictures of horses, old church bulletins....and the thing is, it all means something to him. I am not making fun of him in anyway because I am my Father's Daughter...
Our finished product:

Precious Paisley very excited for the sweetness that will be hers in a few months.....

"October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band."-
~George Cooper, October's Party~