Day 74: And apple cores all in a row.

Pictured: A cluster of apple cores. Below, some tasty little turnovers, perfect for clutching in a small wombat paw for eating on the train.

Monday never smelled so sweet as when working from home. Ah. Today was a beautiful day of working and getting errands done and feeling good to be alive. Doing laundry, finding the late-open post office, spending most of the day in pyjamas.

But mostly it was a day of reckoning, where a goodly number of all those yesterday-picked apples met their maker. Me, that is, maker of an apple crisp, two apple pies, six apple turnovers, and a few cinnamon snails for good measure. The pleasures of domesticity cannot be overrated, especially not when they involve as much butter and flour and fruit as this evening did.