To convince my husband that crab apples are not the spawn of the devil, we've been picking the fruit that hangs low enough to the ground to reach.  The kidlets take the lowest branches, and I climb about on the ladder, filling buckets of crab apples.  We haven't even come…

I mentioned before that over the weekend we traveled down to The Cities.  In addition to visiting our good friends, the main purpose of the journey was to transport me to the middle of St. Paul so that I could sing with the Arrowhead Chorale at the Minnesota State Fair.  For many…