Fifteen years ago I submitted my first Musing to the North Creek paper. It was about the colorful autumn leaves. Each year since I have been struck by the beauty of fall in the Adirondacks. This year, in addition to great scenery, we also had a bumper crop of apples.
There are a couple of crab apple trees in the side field as well as one tree that bears large, sweet yellow apples. The deer have had a feast. I sometimes startle them when my headlights announce my approach in the driveway. I love to see their white tails waving as they head for the woods.
If I am fortunate enough to be looking out of the kitchen windows at the right time, I can watch one or two deer under the apple trees. From my enclosed front porch I’ve been able to observe their habits. One thing I noticed is that they paw the ground and snort. Maybe they’re snorting their approval of this year’s apples.
I made applesauce and filled a few canning jars. I was overcome by such a sense of accomplishment that I felt like pawing the ground and snorting. But, instead, I restrained myself, picked up my pen and shared my experience with you-all.