It's that time of year again. My daughter brought home apples the other day and they have already disappeared. Macs have a crispy crunch and a tart taste in the fall. By spring, I'll have left them behind for Granny Smith's which tend to stay tart for a longer time.
Sadly, we couldn't move our apple trees with us from Georgia. When we have a more permanent residence, perhaps we can plant some more.
