May 16--Iran, Helmet. Wink and Lenny Frasier fought pitched battles against the apple trees in Grandpa's orchard all that summer with either leaky buckets or dented cooking pots on their heads to protect from enemy bullets, falling apples and dive bombing jays. War was in the news nearly every night and then Erik Swanson from down the road got deployed so everyone listened carefully to hear how it was going. No one was surprised that the boys played war but they hadn't expected the boys to pretend to be Iranian or any other Middle Eastern type soldiers. Grandpa said he'd fought "the Battle of Frasier's Orchard" when he was a kid too, pretending he was in the Wild West. Dad's enemies were the Huns and Japs. My brothers fought Commies out there in the shade of the gnarled trees. Mom said she didn't believe in fighting and besides the fallen apples drew bees and wasps and she was done getting stung. She'd sit in the wagon on the gravel drive that scribed the edge of the orchard and wait for us to carry the baskets of apples, ripe ones from the trees in September and then the late windfalls when it was applesauce-making time, to her.
Oh, I like that. We should have plenty of apples to whip up a few batches of sauce if the volume of blossoms on the parking lot trees behind the privacy fence are any indication. The eye doctors don't seem to harvest them and they don't mind if we pick the ones that overhang our yard. I get a dozen pints or so every fall; that keeps us in sauce over the year. The last couple years I've bought a bag of pears at the Farmer's Market and made some apple-pear sauce. That's the best, I think. It's great with a dollop of plain or vanilla yogurt plopped on top for a snack or after lunch treat. Happy day! Go out and bask.