It's apple picking time. I have three apple trees that I planted when I first bought this little Victorian. Since they are planted in the front garden they are frequently visited by passers-by who have always been welcome to take an apple or two in passing. My neighbors have also been invited to enjoy an apple when they'd like, or even enough for a pie if they felt like it. Our next door neighbors, however, took this to an extreme one year and cleaned the trees nearly bare. That year v and I ended up with only one ripe apple for ourselves. I had a little chat with the man who we'd observed retreating from our trees, full 5-gallon bucket and muck rake in tow, more than once that season. Since then all has been well.
In bocca al lupo. m (no v)
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