’tis the season for wild apples
the wild apple must be a distant cousin of the lilac. in their respective seasons, they each grow in profusion here in the keweenaw peninsula.
it is now wild apple season and i try an apple from every tree i pass. as thoreau said, “what is sour in the house a bracing walk makes sweet. some of these apples might be labeled, ‘to be eaten in the wind.'”
there are many sour apples, to be sure. but every so often, i find a tree with apples that are perfect for pies or crumbles or just-plain-eating.
mmm….LOVE apple time! I made applesauce at the weekend–with a bit of cinnamon and vanilla bead pod… addictively good. ;o) Happy Autumn Days, Elizabeth ((HUGS))
To be eaten in the wond – yes!
love the way you put things.
unique to your way of looking at the world.
even little sour sweet apples.
kiss that silver puppy for me! xo
give him what tammy?
a KISS on his nose but of course! LOL.
Tracy: YUM. My dad brought a 5 gallon bucket of delicious wild apples back from the farm. I voted for pie, but I might have to make applesauce too.
Kris: Exactly.
Tammy: His nose has been kissed! He says hello.