The past few days have seen baskets and bins of apples piling up on our counters. The wild apple harvest is on, and this year is proving to be an bountiful one. We've taken to carrying extra bags with us everywhere we go, just in case we need to do some spontaneous foraging. We, as a family, have gathered fruit from at least 10 different types of apple trees in various locations around town, all which are walkable or bikeable from our place. There is such abundance hidden in the city, and I love sharing this experience with our daughter. We often meet others who are also wild foraging, including a group yesterday who was picking wild apples for their annual cider-making event.
I just love the different colours, textures and tastes - the red and white striped markings on the apples held in the hand below is especially pretty. Our own big old apple tree is in it's fullest year yet. Most of these apples we use for sauce, since they do have blemishes and are not long-keeping varieties - and occasionally there is a pie. Mmmmmm, pie. That makes today an exceptional day.