You can read something into anything, I suppose, but the last apple on the apple tree behind the farmhouse has definitely caught my eye. I might take a daily photo of it, as it tries to hang on for the winter. All the other apples are gone, and I can’t really imagine why this one should be so tenacious. In previous years, I fed the apples to the donkeys, or the sheep, and then the goats. Elvis the steer loved them as well. The apple-eating animals are gone, the farm up for sale, and I hope to move to a nearby
New Bedlam Farm where there is another apple tree. Nature comes and goes, does its own thing, while humans squabble and fret about their money and the state of the world. I’ll be back with the camera tomorrow.
  The apple has its own message, I think. Life is good, life goes on. Savor it.