It’s Fall literally. On my head and on the ground. September is the month my Macintosh apples come on and start falling, all 4 trees worth. In four weeks my Reds will start falling along with my mystery apple tree. My problem is I have run out of things to do with the apples from all 9 trees. I have cidered, sauced, dried, and baked them. This year I am ignoring them because I want to write. But I don’t want them to go to waste so I keep begging people to take them. I even wrote apples into my current work in progress, but Nick Gooding, from Mending Christmas, only ate a few. If you have any ideas for my apple problem let me know.