The apples are ripe and the kids are just as guilty as the squirrels…or birds, if they aren’t picked in a timely fashion, one of the culprits will have that tree cleaned of its fruit.
Two of the biggest apple thieves used to sit on that branch to the left. She and Steven would spend the good part of an afternoon, picking, eating, talking, and joking. Like cinnamon and sugar. Not that one was sweeter than the other. Hardly.
Cinnamon and sugar… back to the issue at hand. The apples are ready. Sauce, pie, bread, or right off the tree. Yes,… right off the tree…I’ll just blame it on the squirrel.