Seven years ago, when Phil & I got married, bought & moved into the yurt, it was a bumper-crop year for apples. I remember stopping by the roadside & filling a whole basket with fruit from a wild tree.
This year we are again overwhelmed by apples. The trees in our woods drip with fruit. Sigrid equates going outside with holding an apple in each hand & taking nibbles as she goes. The ground is covered in green & gold orbs.
Chipmunk cheeks, caching food for the winter, apparently.
She loves walking the plank-path to Paul & Kathy's. She's getting quite good at it.
Anyone want to come over & help yourself to apples? Stop on by.