Lovember: Childhood...again

This time my children's and their Father's.

Mr C came in and declared these were the freshest apples he's ever eaten! He'd just picked them from the tree in his parents garden, something he's done for the past 50 years since they moved there in 1964.
Our youngest went on to share happy memories of picking from the same tree during her childhood.
I remember a garden full of children, apples and fun when bringing my children up. The 101 things to make with them, the smell of them rotting in the shed, the squeals of children when they pick up a rotten windfall.


Maybe this Lovember entry should be called memories of motherhood instead?