While walking Two Mile Ranch today, I worked my way to the far east fence, then walked the county, grade B (as in “barely graded”) road that is the south border of the ranch. I know I’ve walked this road every week that I’ve lived here, but I must not have done this often in the fall.
When I looked into the trees, mixed in with the expected green walnuts hanging from the walnut trees, was a collection of red dots against the dimpled light on the leaves. I’ve never seen it before today:
A lone apple tree on the steep hill that is quickly eroding into the washout stream below.
It lives in the thick of the brush and on a steep enough slope that the deer leave most of them alone.
I picked a few for the rest of my walk, and then came back later in the day with a bucket to collect some for snacking this month.
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