What do you do when you discover a fully loaded apple tree in your neighborhood has fallen to the ground in the middle of the apple season? You pick apples!
Lots of them.
We rescued three heaping bags full,
sacrificed just a bit of time (about 7 hours),
threw in a good amount of sugar and spice (for good measure, as Grandma would always say),
and followed through to the finish with a little toil (blisters and steam burns are true trophies).
The reward? We’ll enjoy the blessing of this impromptu harvest throughout the long winter to come!
Sometimes a season comes early. Sometimes unexpected. What do you do with it? Go ahead and pick those apples.
Shelly Simoneau Stories 