Yesterday I took advantage of a “warm up” (temperatures slightly above zero!!!) to refill the bird feeders, and I was both pleased and amazed to realize that despite a spell of the coldest weather in decades, one of my apple trees is still stubbornly clinging to its fruit. Maybe I shouldn’t encourage its mania–those shriveled little globes might harbor happily slumbering coddling moth larvae or some other noxious pest, making them wombs that gestate destruction–but I can’t bring myself to embark on a Search and Destroy mission. There’s something heartening in those tenacious little apples’ refusal to fall. Come what may, I won’t be the one to cut short their sojourn in the winter sun.
Apples on a winter tree