Apple tree

This tree is right across the street from my house, and I often park in front of it. Last summer I discovered that parking in front of (read: underneath it!) it inevitably meant I’d get onto the freeway and hear thunking sounds as the apples that fell off the tree into the bed of my truck would roll around and get bruised. Then, if I forgot to take them out, they’d cook on the bedliner in the hot summer sun, and my truck would smell like apple cider.

There are worse things in life. :-)

Flowering apple tree.

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