- That the apples you waited for, watering the tree along with what grew beneath it—primroses, grape hyacinth, herbs gone wild and rampant—testing a time or two, composting those unripe samples, finally filling 3 big shopping bags with juicy goodness, that you ate them, made pies with them, sectioned and froze in ziplock bags for winter crisps and sauces, that you spent a weekend drying, 10 pounds reduced to 8 jars of sweet supple slices.
- You are out of the habit of leisure.
- Your best crop was nasturtiums.
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