The Apple trees have been laden with juvenile fruit for a couple weeks.
The weekend’s winds have done the hard work of lightening the load. Many have fallen to the ground. We look forward to the remainder with great anticipation.
Maybe this year, we think. But of course the squirrels have other ideas.
After several years of this, we have resigned ourselves to giving away the bounty. Because with squirrels, there is no share. There is only give.