Apples
Then it grows somewhere on the order of 2,000 useless, horrible apples which fall to the ground and demand that I pick them up and drive them to the dump. This process lasts about a month.
Monday, August 03, 2015
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I hate my apple tree. For seven days out of the year, it's covered in delicate white apple blossoms; a beautiful bouquet from Mother Nature, welcoming you to the warm season.
It's a blournal.
1 comment:
Those apples are real bad. So I take it, not even worth making juice out of them.
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