There are something like two dozen mature apple trees (that I’ve found so far) on the farm.  Last year they bore almost no apples — people said there was an ill-timed frost in the spring that annihilated the blossoms — so I’ve been wondering what sort of fruit they produce.  I’ve been keeping half an eye on the trees, and my impression was that most of the fruit wasn’t ripe yet, but when I looked down the power line cut this afternoon, the apples declared themselves!

And the apples are really tasty, and not quite like anything I’ve had before.  I’m looking forward to seeing and tasting the other gifts from the farm.