It’s that time of year again, when I spend an hour picking apples off the ground in my front yard several mornings a week.
I sort them carefully, discarding the ones with evidence of codling moths or squirrel bites and hauling the rest indoors.
I made a placard this evening, in anticipation of attending the second demonstration of my life as a participant instead of a journalist. It’s this Sat., Aug. 22, in support of the U.S. Postal Service.