All Those Apples
Siren, Wisconsin
November 16-20, 2025
In the nights, it would come back to me: the vision of hundreds of apples, fallen from our trees, lying rotting on the ground. Bears would come. Our neighbors would scowl.
So I flew back for a pre-winter visit, pruning our apple trees back to their 12-foot optimal height (after a few years of unchecked growth.) Had I been there longer, I could have made cider or apple butter or pies. Instead, I hauled four trash bags of pretty good apples to the transfer station, and headed home.
