The apples are falling from my tree, and the deer eat them faster than I can collect them. They are a treat for man and beast, juicy, tart, crispy, and delicious. They don't look like grocery store apples, and I am not certain what variety was planted, but they are perfect to me. If you take a moment to examine the fruit before eating or peeling you can see a history of each one's days recorded on its skin. Warm rosy moments and tough warty periods, fine green hours and moldy gray moments. Life, a blessing to hold.
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