It’s cool at the moment, but our all-knowing weatherman says it will be hot by afternoon, so I must get this written and get what “work” I do out of the way before that happens.
Right now, it is very quiet on the Branch. The big trucks haven’t started rolling by, nor are the dogs barking at the tow does that have taken up residence under the apple trees, waiting for the apples to drop.
My June apple trees are full of apples that get ripe the beginning of July. I’ve never been sure why they call them June apples.