Ike came through on Sunday and blew down trees and power lines and signs and roofs. And half the apples off our tree. I spent a bit of time picking through to find the good ones. Still not the best eating apples, but they're looking way better than previous years. And it makes me a little giddy to see them all in a bucket.
In the meantime? I'm digging up a good recipe for applesauce.