Summer Apple Wrap-up
Summer wanes, apples ripen, the tomatoes taste so sweet and rich warmed by the morning sun. The squash, zookies and kale never really took off. I've had a dozen or more lemon cukes and the apples couldn't taste better and still be legal !~! I've made a delicious crisp that we devoured in a day or two-we'll do that again once a week or so until the bounty expires. The out-of-handedness of fresh apples defies defining with mere words. I need symbols and loud noises and bright lights and skywriting with Sanskrit.
How many apples does it take to change a lightbulb ?
Three dozen Galas walk into a bar...
There once was an apple from Kent,
Whose core seeds he never lent.
Until late one day,
Along his cobbled way
Came a pear; looked like it had a dent...
|Ormond helps with cutting and peeling-he's the Best Husband ever, Sorry all you unmarried seekers-I have taken the perfect mate off the market and you'll have to settle for what's left.|
|One of the three huge bowls of cooked apples now freezing for use later in the winter and spring while the trees ramp up for next harvest.|