At my local orchard there are dozens, each one sounds like the title of a poem. There's Autumn Gold, Honeycrisp, Cheiftain, Wolf River, Empire, Red Baron and my favorite Song of September. And indeed, they sometimes do taste like poetry.
I'll be out at Wilson's this Saturday, from 10am to 11:30am, demonstrating scratchboard and having art activities on hand for kids of all ages. Stop by and tell me what you would call your apple and why....
2 comments:
Wish I could be there- love your apple , we were making cider from ours the deer and bear didn't get this year!!
I wish I could have a glass of your cider! I also love that you write that so casually about the apples that the "bear didn't get this year!"
I hope you are well and that the Colorado waters are receding. The post clean-up can be so challenging.
Enjoy your cider!
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