The weather is crisp and the there is a serious bite in the air. The leaves are passed the glorious stage and moving on to leather brown and rich golds. And the apple tree is finally all harvested. Our apple tree was loaded and ready to break. Huge amounts of apples hanging in clusters and bending branches to the ground. A bushel or more on the ground, feeding the chipmunks and the whistlepig, an old name for a Ground Hog. Mount Savage even has a Whistlepig Lane. So it was high time for... read more
