It's the season of apples, the iconic food group offering here in Vermont along with maple syrup and cheese. I've been doing a lot of mowing in our fields lately, and dodging over a dozen wild apple trees that have sprouted up over the years. They almost grow like weeds here. It's interesting to see the wide disparity in yield. Some trees produce many apples, some not so much. Some drop their apples early in the season, some late. It's my understanding that the late droppers are especially valuable to wild animals as fall transitions into winter.
Of course, people like apples, too. Seeing signs for U-pick apples in the area. I fondly remember apple picking with my kids, and my parents at this time of year many years ago. John and his family were here for a couple of days recently, and Owen enjoyed feeding apples to the cows when he wasn't busy riding in the truck, sitting on the tractor, or throwing rocks in the creek.
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