Mulled cider please! Tastes and smells like the heart of autumn - maybe that's just because Grandpa had an orchard - many kinds of apple trees, pear, quince, and we'd spend some afternoons picking the fruit. My favorite tree was the one - maybe the Northern Spy, or the Wolf River tree, don't remember which it was, but it had a low branch that grew funny enough to make a perfect seat on which to relax - until Grandpa caught us and made us pick more fruit!
Also was a black walnut tree, and I was allowed to gather the husks and make ink from them, which was really fun! Black walnuts - by the way - must have been the origin of the phrase "a hard nut to crack." Don't even TRY unless you have a good cast-iron nutcracker, and then the challenge is to crack the shell without smashing the contents. Yummy nuts but a whole lotta work!
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Originally Posted by Karen
VES walnuts. Just ask her! 
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Yes lets get out the Hammocks & Snooze in the cool breeze.. Hey lets me try some coffee with Bailey's Irish Cream in it.. Can we go ahead & roast some pumpkin seeds to snack on in the hammock??
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