The saucing of apples and the dishing of hopes and dreams. Part 1

I have a yearly tradition of adventuring into the hills of East Montpelier to apple pick at the beautiful home of a former student and current friend/second mom. The tradition originally started with me biking up the laborious hills of Town Hill Road, picking apples, filling my bicycle panniers chalk full, and biking home. However,… Continue reading The saucing of apples and the dishing of hopes and dreams. Part 1