Last year, my friend, Rory (Aurora, actually) and I went down there and stripped as many apples as we could reach from the ground and by climbing. This year, I think both of us still have loads of the jelly we made, so we didn't pick and neither did anyone else. Even the birds didn't partake this year.
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Tuesday, 31 March 2015
365: Red; Leftovers
Last year, my friend, Rory (Aurora, actually) and I went down there and stripped as many apples as we could reach from the ground and by climbing. This year, I think both of us still have loads of the jelly we made, so we didn't pick and neither did anyone else. Even the birds didn't partake this year.
Labels:
apple tree,
Apples,
Calgary,
crabapples,
dried up apples,
old apples,
park,
red,
River Park,
spring,
winter,
YYC
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