Windfalls

Every fall the apple trees drop fruit onto the ground. There's grass but it's not a proper lawn--there are bare patches and fallen leaves, and rotting apples with the fresh ones. In the shadows cast by the house and posts the raindrops are sparkly and blue and the wet leaves reflect the sky. I gather the windfalls into this old bucket (it came with the house) and dump them in the compost.





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