A was an Apple Pie


After some reflection, I have realized this is my third fall that I have missed from Southwest Missouri.  Our family moved to Haiti in the November of 2008.  As I see all of the current posts about fall from other blogs and facebook, I am feeling homesick for that fresh, crisp fall air.  I long to put on a pair of jeans, a long sleeved tee-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes and hike a long trail in the Ozark mountains.  I want to go apple picking, take a trip to the pumpkin patch, and sit around a campfire roasting marshmallows with my Little Lotz Kids.  All of these fall activities seem so far away right now.  With afternoon temps still quite high and a daily rain shower or two, it seems my tropical summer will never end.  I love a few surprises along the way that bring me back “home”.

One such surprise was when the last of US military pulled out back in July, they left a bunch of goods to Operation Blessing to use and disperse as they saw fit.  We scored a big box of each: apples, pears, and oranges.  We ate all we could and after a week or so, I decided to put away the rest of the apples.  I made some apple butter, and saved two bags of apples in the freezer for some yummy apple pie for a day when we all needed a taste of home.

That first week of school, when Jett was just beginning Kindergarten, we learned a poem.  Wilson had already learned it previously, so it is now solidified in everyone’s memory.  I cannot wait to do this activity again in a couple years with Callie and Aimee.  It is a great excuse to have an apple pie tea party.


A was an apple pie;

B bit it;

C cut it;

D devoured it;

E got to eat it;

F fought for it;

G got it;

H had it;

I ignored it;

J jumped for it;

K kept it;

L lunched on it;

M munched on it;

N nodded at it;

O opened it;

P peeped at it;

Q quartered it;

R ran for it;

S sang for it;

T took it;

U,V,W,X,Y,Z all had a large slice of it and went off to bed.

Kate Greenway

Jett and Callie putting together the apple pie.

Jett helped me make the apple pie from the apples we had tucked away in the freezer.  We recited the poem.  It was a great way to get that back to school, taste of home we were all looking for.  And now, when I really want to do something fallish, I can spread some of that apple butter on my sourdough bread and call it good.

Alphabet poem was found in the Language and Thinking for Young Children by Ruth Beechick and Jeannie Nelson, as part of the Sonlight K curriculum and was copied without permission.  😉


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