A profusion of apple blossoms last spring made good on their promise of a mast year. By autumn, the branches bowed under the weight of their bumper crop; some boughs broke from the burden. An early winter storm blanketed us with snow but the rosy Macs held on tight for as long as they could and made the perfect picture for our 2011 Christmas Card.
Tonight, the first night of the new year, the snow has melted and it is raining. Many wild apples lie rotting on the ground where they will provide food for wild animals. In our cellar, several carboys of cider are bubbling.
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