Apple Season

Yes, yes. Early autumn can only mean one thing: Mother nature spoils us with all her treasures in the form of different fruits, berries and nuts.

When you ask me (if you ask me) what is the best thing about us moving out to the country side, to a house with an amazing garden is, I would answer: the apple trees we have in our garden. ย And the freedom, and the fresh air, and the local community, etc… But for this post let us stick to the above mentioned apple trees.

Last year, unfortunately some disease attacked all the apple trees in the neighbourhood, we couldn’t really use the vast amount of apples our 3 huge trees give us. But this year, they are perfect ๐Ÿ™‚ I don’t know much about different types of apples, but we got to know, that one of our trees gives apples you can eat directly from the tree, and the other two are cooking/baking apples.

And the season came, so it was time to harvest the apples ๐Ÿ™‚ Perfect family activity for sunny, warm autumn weekends. A few weeks ago we started with the eating apples, as we got tired of picking them up one by one every day, because they started to ripen and fall of by themselves.

The apple tree

Being new to the situation, we were not sure what method to follow, how is it going to be the most effective way of harvesting our apples. So we kind of had to figure it out during the process ๐Ÿ™‚ We started by handpicking the loveliest apples from the tree, but realised, that this way we would never get to the end, as the tree had hundreds of apples. So we went little wild, and started to shake them off. At one point my husband climbed up to the tree, and shook it as hard as he could. He was shouting a little while doing so, and as a result, Cherry started to laugh at him, saying “Daddy is a gorilla!” – Well, he really resembled a gorilla at that point ๐Ÿ™‚

Once all the apples were on the ground, we collected them into hills, and sorted them. We put the nice ones into boxes, and the bad ones into trash bags, and those were driven to recycling. Kids were very helpful at sorting.

apple picking nr 1

We repeated the same this weekend, as the first night frost already bit the cooking apples, and that is when they are considered ready. This tree was a bit harder to harvest, as it is very high, impossible to climb up to, and is surrounded by a rose bush. So we climbed up on our ladder, and shook the brenches with the help of long sticks. this was very exciting, especially when Paddington climbed up the ladder behing his Dad, and started to shake it so hard, that they almost ended up in the rose bush. Luckily I have a very good reaction time, and caught the ladder before they fell off…

apple picking nr 2

These apples are yellow, and much more sour than the other ones, but perfect for winter storage and freezing.

Apples for the winter

Sunday I made some apple rolls, with the help of Cherry. It is based on the recipe of cinammon rolls, but I also added apples andcaramell sauce to it. They were yummie ๐Ÿ™‚

apple rolls

Now, there is nothing left to do, but to keep the nicest apples for winter, and cut the others into small pieces, and freeze them. My husband said, he is looking forward to eating apple pies every Sunday this winter. Well, honey, if you bake them yourself, sure, why not ๐Ÿ™‚

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Is It Spring Yet?

My poor body is longing for spring. Mentally I don’t feel it’s been a long winter, at least not yet, but my body says: “I want sunshine! I want vitamins!” and it also says: “Let’s sleep!”. And so we do. I sleep 10-11 hours per night (I know, it’s unheard of among mums with small kids, but luckily mine are marmots – they are very good at sleeping – so noone disturbs me), still, in the morning I can barely crawl out my bed, and by the afternoon I cannot keep my eyes open. I am constantly craving for apples and tomatoes (and I swear, I am not even pregnant!) and coffee… These are all signs of my body is getting discharged.

But there is hope! Today suddenly the temperature rised significantly, and the snow started to melt in patches, also in our garden. And guess what’s been hiding under the snow? Spring! Spring has been hiding under it ๐Ÿ™‚

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snowdrop

The unexpectedly improvised puppy-repelling fence

We have a closed garden. At least that is what we thought after we had bought the house and put up a little fence on the one and only opening that leads out to the street, in order to prevent the kids from escaping.

Then we got our puppy, Laika…

On the first occasion we let her out alone in the garden, she ended up whining in front of our front door (!), begging us, to let her back in. That is when we realised, she can easily crawl under the fence. So we put chicken wire in front of it. Then we put chicken wire around it as well, after we saw her simply strolling around it, through the bushes… And then we put chicken wire next to our little shed as well, where she could also escape… But no matter what we did, how much chicken wire we put around random things, almost every time she was let out through the back door, a few minutes later we found her sitting patiently at the front door… And unless she is a reincarnation of Houdini, which she is not, we came to the conclusion, that there is still an opening somewhere in the garden, we haven’t discovered yet.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday was a beautiful, sunny autumn day, turning into a beautiful, sunny autumn afternoon, that we happily spent in the garden, running around with the kids. And all of the sudden, Laika disappeared again… We started to call her name, and a few minutes later, she reentered our garden through the thick hedge, that is separating our garden from our neighbours’ open backyard. “Aha!” we thought ๐Ÿ™‚ So 10 minutes and three more Laika-escapes later, my husband went to action.

Since we ran out of chicken wire, and covering the wholeย stretchย of the hedge with wire wouldn’t be a too elegant solution, he decided, to improvise a little fence.

So he took some of the wood that was left over from the moving and renovation, some nails and a hammer. He nailed and nailed diligently, and so did our Babyboy, who is very much into imitating no matter what we do, nowadays. Our Babygirl escaped theย scene in the meantime, and went into the house, to play with her favourite Hama beads.

We really had fun building the fence, especially Babyboy, who thought that we are building some kind of bridge, and walked up and down the boards, probably imitating me, who had to use my body weight, and step on the boards while my husband was hammering them. Laika probably knew what we were doing and why, because she did her very best to prevent us from completing the fence ๐Ÿ™‚

Once we were done with the first piece, we found out, that is not long enough, to cover the whole stretch, so my husband started to assemble a second piece as well. At that time I had to go into the house, to change Babyboy’s suspiciously smelling nappy, and then was caught up playing Hama beads too with the kids. But by the time I went out again, the fence was done:) It looks kind of nice, however a bit crocked, but hey, that is just the way we like things to be, ok? ๐Ÿ™‚

Now we are really very eager to see, if Laika can escape again… Probably she can… I will keep you updated ๐Ÿ™‚