Posted by: carolyn / through a widow's eyes | October 31, 2014

the smell of happiness

Made a giant vat of applesauce from the apple tree Jeff planted his last year, and other windfalls. Froze a lot of it. Last night I put the rest in the slow cooker, to cook and reduce down into apple butter. Woke up this morning to the smell of happiness. Didn’t know what it was til suddenly I was crying (just for a second — as one does).

Jeff used to make warm fresh apple sauce for our girl’s breakfast in winter. Even when he was sick. Even during chemo. He got up earlier than anyone else, to have a few minutes alone probably, and we would awake to the sound of Morning Edition, and the smell of apples and cinnamon perfuming the house.


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