We collected a basket of apples, and he retired to the kitchen, peeled and cored them with his cool new peeler/corer, and then I froze the apple slices for two pies we are delivering for a memorial service on Sunday. Then, Don headed back outside, and picked as many of the remaining apples as he could reach. Tomorrow I'll hold the ladder while he climbs up a little higher and shakes the top branches to force the apples down.
We were admiring the large wooden apple box tonight filled with the most beautiful crop of Liberty apples we have ever grown. We're proud farmers, living the Slow Life.
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