We have about six apple trees sprinkled around our property. We always get fragrant and colorful apple blossoms in May, but that sometimes can be just about it. We never had them touched, sprayed or treated in anyway. Sometimes they stay mostly green, while other years they are quite big but wormy. You know what they say: what's the most dreaded sight after biting into and swallowing a delicious, juicy hunk of apple? Half a worm. Yuk! It's happened to me and worse. However, this year's crop are large and red and for the most part worm-free. The tree straight off the deck is laden ed with bright red ones that can be seen from inside the porch. This is a quite a treat. In all our years of living here, I can't recall a crop like this. Saturday afternoon, I headed up back with a bag and gathered most of the red drops. Like I said I found them a bit bruised but worm free. Monday, I peeled about 20, cut them up and Elenka made a delicious apple crisp. It's the first time ever that we've enjoyed anything from our apples other than a bite here or there over the years. I like peeling. Mom could peel a large round Cortland all in one long peel strip. I loved eating those long strips of apple. I tried to keep munching as she peeled. She was a master peeler. It was a losing battle. Usually apple orchards around here offer a reduced price for drops. Bruises and all. I'm not proud. I can eat around those soft, brown bruises with the best of them. Oh, I just heard a couple more plop to the ground. Might there be a pie in my future?