Apple time

Yesterday I picked the biggest, finest apples we've ever seen on our little Sparta tree. I was positive they would have the loathsome maggot disease or scale as usual. In fact, I was thinking about giving up and chopping the tree down. Nature never ceases to surprise and delight, and sometimes success comes with no effort at all. Zen.

From "After Apple Picking"

by Robert Frost

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree

Toward heaven still,

And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill

Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.

But I am done with apple-picking now.