Apple angst
Dec. 6th, 2006 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Way back in the day, when I was young and stupid (and being brought up in cider country), I thought how lovely it would be to own an orchard.
Now I do, and it is lovely - when it's not backbreakingly hard work. We have 20 bags of apples in our driveway. They've been there since Hallowe'en. Stepping into the drive is like undertaking a hard night's drinking in a Soho bar. It certainly smells like it.
This is because T has been ill, the car with a towbar died a death, the Jeep turns out not to *have* a towbar, and the farmer at the nearest cider farm, who usually comes and collects the apples, didn't. A long war of answering messages later, still no collection.
However, I just spoke to his wife and she says they've been inundated, but he probably does still want them. Hooray! Because what do you do with 20 bags of rotting apples? We have 3 compost bins and 2 horses (who have gone off apples) but it's still not enough.
Now I do, and it is lovely - when it's not backbreakingly hard work. We have 20 bags of apples in our driveway. They've been there since Hallowe'en. Stepping into the drive is like undertaking a hard night's drinking in a Soho bar. It certainly smells like it.
This is because T has been ill, the car with a towbar died a death, the Jeep turns out not to *have* a towbar, and the farmer at the nearest cider farm, who usually comes and collects the apples, didn't. A long war of answering messages later, still no collection.
However, I just spoke to his wife and she says they've been inundated, but he probably does still want them. Hooray! Because what do you do with 20 bags of rotting apples? We have 3 compost bins and 2 horses (who have gone off apples) but it's still not enough.