The apples on our trees and on the trees all around the hamlet are ready to pick. They're looking better than they have in a long time. This year's crop will certainly be better than last year's. There are so many apples that most of them end up in the compost pile. You can't give the things away; nearly everyone has their own.
But we have good intentions this year. Ken's made apple jelly in the past and I'm hoping he'll do up a bunch again this year. I will make some tarts and pies and other things with the best of the apples, both from our trees and from some of the neighbors' trees (they have different varieties).
As I've mentioned, each time I cut the grass this time of year, I have to go around and pick up all the fallen apples just before. The lawnmower doesn't like them. I did this on Saturday. These four apples fell between the time I finished picking up the apples and the time I got the lawnmower out. I thought they looked nice sitting on the vrai faux puits (real fake well). The mint inside the well is flowering now.
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