We are here.
Our first night in our house in Oakland, we couldn't sleep for the noise: the BART train, the dogs barking, the traffic, the neighbors arguing. We thought it was strange, having moved from San Francisco, that our new neighborhood seemed so much noisier.
It is peaceful here. The fog, the cool moist mornings, the dew on the apple tree; everything is beautiful and quiet. We are slowly unpacking. The boxes don't bother me. Neither does our long to-do list.
The rest I will be turning into apple butter, pie filling, apple crisp, pickled apples... yum. Recipes coming soon.