There's an apple orchard not far from here. I found it a couple years ago when we came back from California. I was driving down a country lane, the kind where if you are not paying attention you find yourself head-to-head with another car, and need to back up into a passing place. I saw a hand-written sign that said "Apples" and pulled over. There weren't many apple orchards in San Diego, and I thought the girls would enjoy seeing the origin of one of their favourite fruits.
We pulled into the farm and made our way to the old barn, a barrel of rainwater gleaming in the waning September sun and a whisper of Autumn in the warm breeze. As we timidly walked in through the open door, the heavy sweet smell of ageing fruit engulfed us.
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It's carnival time and I'm indulging in my "mommy" side. Is there a difference between mums and moms? I'm both. Apart from the accents and a preference for Cadbury's over Hershey's -- I'm happy to report there are more similarities than differences.
The "best of" mommy carnival highlights the best posts from the mommy blogger community from the past month. So grab a coffee, sit back and have a read... (it's better than TV).
Minnemom points us to some very good information about supporting parents in public when children are being, um, difficult.
It's sex education month for Tangerine Times son's class, and Myrna shares the news: there's a baby in the house!
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My mother died when I was a young man. That was many years ago, and now that I have attained an age where I can ruminate on things past, I find there are many questions I wish I had been able to ask my mother when she was alive.
Such as: where did you get the idea that Campbell's Tomato soup was a viable substitute for spaghetti sauce? I grew up believing that pasta was supposed to be pink and taste like the inside of a tin can. And what was with the chopped up Spam? Who told you we liked Spam; certainly not us.
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