So, like, winter comes and it’s time to run. Apples (Granny Smith) still on the tree. Ladder? Who cares. It’s cold out there. Run.
Of course, the long cold transforms those green apples into brown sacs of brown goo: Granny Smith daiquiris, really.
Amazingly, some still look good enough to eat.
Hungry? Ah, you’ll have to compete with the starlings. It looks like they got there first.
Mmmmm. You can get drunk on these things, eh.
And then you can fly while under the influence.
Crazy days in late winter in the Similkameen Valley.
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