Today I ate the last apple of the tree. It looked something like the image on the left - probably an heirloom of some sort. It didn't taste sickly sweet, in other words.Every day for the past two months I've helped myself. The tree is on the side of someone's driveway on the way to work. I walk by in the morning and then at night, and I pluck one each time.
The owners don't touch it. They probably don't even know that it's there. The tree grows within a hundred yards of a supermarket where people buy apples in plastic every day. Weird.
Saw What a Way to Go: Life at the End of Empire this month too. Very, very worthwhile seeing. It helped me clarify what I want to do.
Just back from the Regent Theatre 24-hour second-hand book sale. Mami and I walked home - well, to the car - with two cartons' worth. $50 @ a dollar a pop. You can't go wrong!
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