Mrs. Glasgow busied herself in the kitchen. Pots boiling away on the stove top with bubbling contents sending wafts of sweetness into the Fall air. She had been hard at work preparing the harvest for winter. Canning her famous applesauce, having won Best in Show the last twelve years running in the Wesleyville Fall Fest. She was hoping this harvest would win her the title this year too. She hummed a tune from her youth as she danced from pot to pot. The harvest was so good this year, she thought as she grabbed another apple from the bowl, that she may even be able to take home a ribbon for her Apple butter too. The thought brought a smile to her face as she worked away.