Empty

This bin and this box, which at this time yesterday were filled with apples, are now empty. Our apple trees, however, are not. I spent a few hours yesterday processing apples into applesauce. My mother-in-law's food mill has been a great help (and a throw-back for Jack who remembers many hours spent cranking that thing), but we're still not done. Yes, I am now officially weary of apples. Not eating them. Just processing them.