Tag Archives: apples

Why?

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The following are three things I can find absolutely no reason for being.

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Meat is not and can not be made from plants. You want a kale sandwich? Fine, but please identify it as such. Impossible is an apt name.

Here’s something that should be near and dear to my heart – a wine purse.

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So why in the name of Bacchus are they filling it Gatorade? Epic fail.

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I’m sorry, but you have to be a special kind of stupid person to pay $14.99 (plus shipping and handling) for a single apple. I don’t care how cute the box is.

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Of porcupines and bloggers who attempt to copy their look.

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I often cruise the Facebook page of the wilderness rehab where we donated apples. They do wonderful work with wounded animals, and I like to check on the progress of the little guys we saw on our visit. This time I stumbled across a photo of ‘Pinky’ enjoying the fruit from our trees.

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Now that makes my heart swell.

And speaking of swelling…

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Today’s acupuncture treatment found 19 pins in my injured knee… and I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say my pain has decreased by a good 30% since starting this prickly journey.

Looking like a porcupine twice a week?

That’s just an added bonus.

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I finally have proof.

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Remember when I asked if anyone in our town wanted some apples on Facebook a while back?

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And a nice woman with two children came over to harvest some of the bonanza?

Well, she left me a nice surprise in the mailbox the other day.

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A jar of homemade applesauce. And while that was thoughtful enough? The best part was this…

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Proof of awesomeness to show my husband. … because for some reason he never believes me when I tell him.

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Sharing the bounty.

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I’ve eaten apples.

I’ve baked with apples.

I’ve given apples to friends, to neighbors, to a pig, to workers and to strangers.

The deer have eaten apples. The raccoons have eaten apples. Even the fox have eaten apples.

And yet…

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We’re still loaded with fruit. There was only one thing left to do.

Gather up enough to fill the trunk of our car and take them to a wildlife rehabilitation shelter in the neighboring town.

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Oh. My. God.

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I fell in love a dozen times over.

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And my heart broke a dozen times as well.

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Abused animals. Sick animals. Animals that had been hit with a car on purpose.

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How can people be so cruel.

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If you’ve ever looked into a porcupine’s eyes and heard his little squee ( it sounds just like a baby)…. you know what I’m talking about.

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More marshmallow please.

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Seeing these little guys chow down on our apples?

Almost brought me to tears.

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The final sightings.

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We haven’t seen a woodchuck for weeks now.

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And while my flower gardens are sighing in relief…

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I have to admit I miss the fat little buggers.

( note – spellcheck always changes buggers to nuggets… and is that really better? )

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It’s ironic that now the ground is littered with apples from our trees, the apple munchers have left the building.

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This is the fourth year in a row we’ve had a woodchuck family move in.

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So I guess we’ll say so long chuckers.

( which spellcheck changes to chiclets every damn time )

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See you next year.

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A little backyard color.

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I’m going to bore you with more autumn photos.

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Because even walking around the backyard is lovely during this season.

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Blueberry bushes aren’t very attractive most of the year, but the red is pretty striking now.

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And you’ll be happy to know the un-manning of the man cave porch continues… with 5 chrysanthemums and two pumpkins complementing the wreath.

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Apples?

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Our trees are bursting with more than we can use. But why are the best ones always so damned high up?

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Apple graveyard

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After my husband cut the wood and dragged off the small branches from his apple tree butchering….

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We were left with a veritable apple graveyard.

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I filled buckets and totes and gave a large box to our friend but there were still hundreds on the ground.

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I love to bake and will occasionally dehydrate but I’m not a canner. Which means we had too many apples. I tried to gift them to our neighbors but they all have trees loaded with fruit this year as well.

Enter our town’s Facebook page.

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I was immediately flooded with messages and let 3 women come over and harvest the bounty. They all filled big buckets but there was still more on the ground.

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Perfect! The porcine owner showed up with her kids, buckets, totes, bags and a wagon. She totally cleared out the area and I thought how nice… their pet piggy will be happily munching on sweet treats. I asked her to send me a picture of the cutie and sadly realized that little piggy won’t be happy for long.

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*gulp*

I thanked her, but declined the offer. Come on, if you name him? You shouldn’t eat him.

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