Thursday, November 25, 2010

HARVEST HOME

by Meg Corey




I can't believe how quickly this year has gone by, and how much I've learned. A year ago I was working in an office in Boston, running numbers for a major bank, and now I'm admiring the last of my harvested apples in the temperature-controlled chambers I had constructed inside my barn. The rest of the apples were sold almost as fast as I could pull them off the trees. All good. Thank goodness that summer hailstorm missed Granford, or things would have looked rather bleak right now.

And I even survived a visit from my mother. Please don't misunderstand–I love my mother, and we get along fairly well, most of the time. And the rest of the time we don't talk much at all. I'm not even sure why. We didn't have much time to work on mending fences during this visit because she didn't even tell me she was coming, and shortly after she arrived she became a murder suspect, so we had to sort that out. Of course, we did: anyone who knows my mother would laugh at the idea of her killing anyone. But we had to make that clear to that detective from Northampton, who really doesn't like me much.

And I had so little time to spend with her! Mother didn't quite understand that fall means harvest season, and I was shorthanded so I had to help out with the apple picking instead of going shopping with her. She didn't take it well at first.

And then I had a hard time figuring out how to introduce her to Seth, my...I don't know what. Boyfriend sounds so silly, since we're both adults. But the other choices sound equally foolish. So for most of Mother's visit he was Seth-who-lives-next-door-and-rents-office-space-from-me. Guess what: she saw right through that, although she waited until I tried to explain before saying anything. My family is big on being polite and not intruding.

But once the murder investigation was wrapped up, my father came to pick her up and back to New Jersey they went, which meant that Seth and I have time to celebrate Thanksgiving for ourselves. I'm really looking forward to that.

I am truly thankful for all the good things this past year in Granford has brought me.  Happy Thanksgiving!






9 comments:

  1. Did you use lots of apples in your Thanksgiving dinner? I could use a warm slice of apple pie with lots of cinnamon right about now . . .

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  2. I hope later in the year you're able to mend fences with your mother.

    Happy Thanksgiving!

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  3. Apples...apple butter...apple crisp...apple pie..apple cider. I'm thinking of all the delicious things you can get from that wonderful crop of apples.

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  4. My daughter is sneaking apples into the butternut soup for dinner.

    As I keep saying, the Pilgrims didn't have apples in 1621! Although apparently there were hative plums. The first orchard wasn't established in Massachusetts until 1625, so no apples at the first feast. No sugar either. I'm glad I live now!

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  5. Happy apple-filled modern Thanksgiving, Meg. Please give my best wishes to your mother, Seth and your author, Sheila, too.

    Charlotte Adams (via her author)

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  6. Hi Meg,Seth and your Mom will become good friends..I just have a feeling they have something in commom beside's you Meg.Mmm.I also think your Mom has another side that she will eventually show you..She is a Mystery to me.What fun you must have figuring everything out,,,Best to Sheila..

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  7. Could Seth be your gentleman caller? Tee-hee! I know what you mean about "boyfriend." Hmmm, what can we call older than 20 boyfriends?

    ~Avery

    AveryAames.com
    Mystery Lovers' Kitchen

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  8. I have a great recipe for caramel apple pie - let me know if you are interested!!

    Happy Thanksgiving. Hopefully you and your mother will get to mend things soon.

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  9. Ah, that mother - daughter deal....but it sounds like you handled it well and had a good year.

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