I thought of Lizzy as I braved the torrential downpour at this year’s UBC Apple Festival. She would have loved it. The Apple Festival, not the rain, so I wrote about it and other things in my recent letter to her.

My friend Jason and I went to the fest together. I picked up a couple bags of Bramley’s Seedling, one for me and one for mum. They remind mum of the tree that used to stand in her Grandmother’s garden. As I write this I have butter softening to make a pie with my bag of Bramley’s. I’m sure mum will be making her pie later this weekend.

Apple chips are next on the agenda. Must dust off the dehydrator.