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November 01, 2018



I... have no words for how much I love this. Except those. Which seem dreadfully inadequate.


You might do well to bruise up those apples so they rot a little. The deer at my old house ignored the fresh fallen fruit under the apple tree, and went for the ones that were turning into hard cider.


Alison - His initial plan to feed the deer apples was to plant and grow apple trees. Evidently, apples trees are hard to grow in Missouri and it would take years before they would even produce one apple.
~Silk - I plan to bake some. I’m thinking since it’s about 40 degrees outside that’s essentially a refrigerator temp, so they won’t ripen.

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