Apples!

For some reason the local council saw fit to plant an apple tree in a grassy area next to the main road travelling into town from our village. We could see the apples growing and ripening each time we went past. Three weekends ago Mike suddenly stopped the care, ran across the grass and came back with a handful of apples. "Great" said I and an apple cobbler quickly found its way to our table. Two weekends ago he stopped and was all for me running across the grass. "Not on your life" was my reply and he ran across the grass and came back with another handful of apples. I couldn't quite decide what my problem was. I have no problems picking brambles so what is my deal? I kind of worked out that I felt like they did not belong to us so it was a bit mortifying nicking apples at the side of the main road. Am I mad or what?
This weekend I was driving and the car stopped at the same place. With no kids in the back seat we both jumped out, ran down the grass and came back with handfuls and pocketfuls of apples. No cobbler for us this time. We now have four jars of very tasty apple butter!!
Maybe I can be a scavenger of the land after all. Maybe not mushrooms tho. Heard some real bad stories about them recently. Mike is really into this in a big way. He keeps talking about rose hip jam and dandelions in the salad. Thinking he needs a good book from somewhere quick.
Maybe avoid any dinner invites here for a while!!