There’s a constant thump on our roof in the fall - an all hours thunder; rumbles, bumps, a blunder as apples fall from their tree. These apples aren’t pretty or tasty, just loud. I stomped outside this afternoon to see how many more there could possibly be and found this fellow smiling contentedly into the weak late autumn sun. I hope he hangs on for awhile.
DARE has four full pages of apple entries. From apple haw to appleknock and of course apple pandowdy. But my favorite is an expression from North Brooklyn, circa 1934. Everything is Apple! means everything is okay.