On Saturday, we went to my great-uncle's, built on the land adjacent to my great grandmother's house and surrounded by a wonderful collection of fruit trees: plum, peach and apples. She always had a little of everything growing and spent summer and fall canning for winter.
At one point, I wanted to buy the house and rent a pied de terre in Cleveland so I could spend summers there gardening and swimming, with a city place to hang my hat as well.
Here are a few highlights from the weekend spent with family.
A laden Jonagold
Nana and I try a self-portrait
A peck of Grimes Golden apples and Golden Delicious
Seckel pears
Sorry about the focus...
We had an early Thanksgiving on Sunday - My Grandmother the Snowbird flies south for the winter and my cousin leaves for Quantico in 2 weeks.
We were short a centerpiece so I grabbed the berry basket my father made years earlier and filled it with things from her garden: watermelons, apples, grapes, peppers, tomatoes and chestnuts.
It was a traditional, if not short, Thanksgiving - with all the trimmings.
And missing the threat of snow.
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