The happy place

My life is a good one with even fruit apples growing from tiny little trees in our apple orchard. Some sort of russian apple breed which tastes sour like really sour. Some other type of apple with a type of crumbling texture and a sweeter taste grow there too. Others apple trees with other apples didn't make the harsh winter and now dead serve only as placeholders for next year's planting.

I did make a pie from the apples. I love apple pie submerged in vanilla sauce. It tasted great mixing the apple breeds I just told about in type of an alloy of apples in which they complement one another to create a perfect taste in much the same way a perfect marriage does.

My marriage is a perfect alloy of apples.

Also I seem to be able to smell more stuff now like paint and even faintly dill. Two days in a row!!

My hope is to one day again feel the smell of cinnamon.

I love that smell