I made today with fallen apples from my parents garden :-D It's apple frangipane tart. It was such a joy to make (and eat) and I was so proud of my pastry that I couldn't resist photographing it even though I only had my phone camera handy and not great light.
One year I asked for a blossom tree for my birthday, it was when I was 13 or 14 I think? And this little tree with beautiful white blossoms in the late spring/early summer and usually about 40 apples in the autumn each year appeared in the garden.
There are still 20 or so apples left on the tree so hopefully some more pies
“When you put your mind to such a simple, innocent thing, for example, as making a watercolour, you lose some of the anguish which derives from being a member of a world gone mad. Whether you paint flowers, stars, horses or angels you acquire respect and admiration for all the elements which go to make up our universe. You don’t call flowers friends, stars enemies, or horses Communists, and angels Fascists. You accept them for what they are and you praise God that they are what they are. You desist from improving the world or even yourself. You learn to see not what you want to see but what is. And what is is usually a thousand times better than what might be or ought to be." ~ Henry Miller, ‘The Angel Is My Watermark’, Stand Still Like the Hummingbird