The apples are still falling from our old McIntosh tree. The ones that aren’t pecked by chickens or food for bees and ants I share with the donkeys and sheep.
The same way a fresh egg has an orange yoke, the apples look whiter on the inside than the ones we buy. They’re sweet for McIntosh too.
Jon and I sat under the apple tree tonight as it was getting dark. It was warm and windy, but we got lucky, none of the apples fell on us. Jon took pictures while I ate an apple.
