It’s September and it’s back to London, back to work and back to school. We returned gratefully to the sun still shining, which we are all taking advantage of because we KNOW the clouds are coming…and the grey skies…and the rain…which we need of course, but which come and settle in for what seems days…and sometimes even weeks. Okay, enough….the sun is shining and I’m already missing it…
But, I’m not exaggerating…really. Bright, blue, beautiful, sunny skied days and cool, brisk, nip in the air, Autumn evenings are not common in London and definitely do not come easily around here. Yes, I know we are not exactly in the Arctic, but after a summer so gloriously sunny, I’m a bit worried about what is looming and lurking up there.
So we are out as much as we can at the moment and even C1 and C2 have asked when we can stay home and watch a movie. Nope. Not today kiddos. The sun is shining! I even hear myself saying we need to ‘make hay while the sun shines’ as I gently shove them out of the front door to run up and down the pavement (sidewalk) with their friends and neighbours on the street (block).
C1 looked at me rather blankly when I mentioned making hay and I realize just how ridiculous an analogy that sounds to my little Londoners. Even if we DID visit a local farmstand in New Jersey to buy tomatoes, a month on the beach is not exactly farmland. I’m afraid their experience with ‘hay’ only goes so far as screaming at their cousins, ‘HEY!!! It’s my turn to play on the iPad!’
Anyway, C1 and C2 picked apples over the weekend, at Grandma’s house. I think we may have an edge over the competition as this surely must be the first batch of apples picked this season. I was a bit surprised that there were so many ripe and ready apples, although quite tart, so early on in the season…but what do I know about apples, trees and harvests or hay for that matter….but I digress.
So Grandpa helped them pick, peel and stew a batch of Grandma’s finest. C1 then suggested we sell little pots of apple sauce which is another reason why we are outside on this sunny afternoon, setting up a ‘stall’, which in reality is a toddler table and 2 chairs, and waiting for customers.
C1 is getting quite vocal but there is not a soul on our street. I am pretty sure that C1 is probably disturbing all of the other neighbors that live here as well. In fact, it may even be possible that the others do not enjoy listening to the dulcid tones of my cherished cherubs nearly as much as I do…of course. But there is no stopping C1. A voice has taken over. A LOUD voice.
`GET YER APPLESAUCE HERE…COME ON LADIES… COME ON EVERYBODY…FRESH APPLE SAUCE!!!’
HUH?!? Where’d C1 learn THAT skill? Forget American history lighthouse facts (The End), C1 can negotiate that next batch of tomatoes I may need for next year’s Summer BBQ with the Portobello Market Traders! (You Say Tomato…)
But while I admire my little entrepreneurs, I am sure that even Sir Alan Sugar would not get permission for a series of ‘Under 10s Apprentice‘ but maybe…just maybe…after losing out to ‘Made in Chelsea’ in this week’s BAFTA’s, which I had never even heard of but we all know I am not exactly in the know and surely not with E4’s reality programmes, perhaps Sir Alan has a Younger Junior Apprentice version already in production! Y’think?!? Nahhh…maybe?!? Hmmm…
Anway, go on kids…flog those wares! Errr…maybe I’ll explain that one to them another day. While the sun is shining…Make that Hay!
Right…back at the stall, ever impatient C2 decides we should just knock on our neighbours’ (friends’) doors. I admire C2’s ambition. Friends come out, another passerby with children stops (c’mon WHO ELSE but another mother would stop and buy applesauce on the street…REALLY?!?)
We are now sold out.
C1 works out how much money is in the pot and my little Buddy Apprentices have earned a £4 profit on their £1 investment. A rather tidy little return little ones!
I ask C1, who is older and perhaps dare I say maybe a little bit wiser?, what C1’s time was worth for picking the apples, producing the applesauce and selling the final product. With £4 in C1’s tidy little pocket now, WHO CARES… right?!?
I receive my next blank stare of the day.
I think maybe…just maybe…I have been just a tad bit… just ever so slightly overly enthusiastic about C1’s nascent business acumen. In fact, I am pretty sure that Portobello Traders Association or even Sir Alan will not be calling …not yet anyway.
C1 remembers my promise and reminds C2 that I said they can buy ‘a treat’ with the money they earn. C1 smiles, digs deeps, removes some change and shares the £4 earned 50/50 with C2. Fair and just boss. Nice. I assumed they would then put the money in their piggy bank to save up for a rainy day.
Instead, C1 asks ‘Can we go inside now and download a game on the iPad.’
Geesh…and not a cloud in sight.
Homemade Apple Juice or Cider
to be continued after picking more apples in Grandma’s garden