When a situation happened which could not be changed, or reversed, Grammie Jenny would say, "Well, that's them apples." Meaning, "that's that, can't change anything, now leave it alone."There is an ancient apple tree growing in the neighbor's yard next to the fence. This wonderful old tree leans it's fruit-laden branches over that fence into our alley. Here is a photo of those lucious apples! Every year we gather them from tree and road, to make pies and other delicious recipes. Makes my mouth water to look at them! Ah, I can hardly wait for harvest-time.
These apples make the most delicious pies.
2 comments:
What beauts! The colors are fantastic. Remember when Grampa (Lester) would use his paring knife to peel apples ... and he would make unbroken trails of apple peelings sometimes over 4 feet long from one small apple? Ah the memories!
You are so lucky to have such a neighbor! There is nothing I like more than an old-fashioned apple bred for taste rather than looks. Rusty ones are my favorite. I love the irregular shape of yours. I just know they are hard and crisp and sweet-tart...just the way I like them. I'll take a bushel please. ♥Rosemary
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