We have apples.  Lots and lots of apples.  Dick Coolen, a swimming friend, has 300 apple trees on his property.  He picked an entire truckload of apples and dropped them off at the house for . . . drum roll, please . . . making cider.  One set of grandkids is coming over tonight to help Wayne and me.  I’m cooking dinner and making apple crisp for dessert.  I do so love the fall season.