Wild apples grow all over our property. They are terrible, inedible, I told someone the other day.
Our dogs start foraging apples in September. They’re still digging them up through the snow in January. Deer gather under the trees to feast, leaving their two-toed tracks and their scat. Skunks, raccoons, birds, beetles, slugs, flies, worms – all eaters of the apples.
Are they any good? Nah, I say. Inedible.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.