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How is it September?

The butter in the butter dish was hard this morning, which can only mean one thing: it is September.

And every year at this time I throw up my hands and cry out, “How did this happen?” Then I remind myself of all the good things that come with September and it is a long list.

Apples, lots and lots of apples. Green ones, red ones, yellow ones, ones for pies, ones for tiny hands, ones because they are sweet and others because they are sour.

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