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Good morning... end of summer poem

Here's to the old apple tree,
Bud and blow,
And bear apples enow,
Hats-full, caps-full, three -bushel bags-full
And some for the boys to steal

#gardening
#hellstrip

This is how I know the apples are ready... School is back in session. Apples go missing. When walking the dog I find bitten and discarded apples. If there are no discarded apples, the apples are sweet and I know they've made a morning or afternoon snack. https://mastodon.social/media/-_KfVWpAaJfCmFnQcbs