Thirty Three Bags of Apples

At the front of my house I share an apple tree with my next door neighbour. The tree is pretty old and produces full size apples which are actually good as eating or cooking apples - or they would be if they didn't have so many worms in them.

Unfortunately the apples fall off the tree before they are properly ripe and when they hit the sidewalk, the driveway and the road they split. Which brings on the wasps and generaly leaves everything a little messy.

And when they fall, do they ever fall. Lots and lots of them. I pick them up in the morning before I go to work. I pick them up in the evening when I come home from work. I sometimes pick them up again before I go to bed. I pick them out of my shrubs. I pick them from under the cars parked on the street. I pick them up from along the curb. I pick them off of my front walk. I clean them off of my neighbours front walk and my neighbours front lawn (she's old).

Oh, I pick them up and pick them up and pick them up. Thirty three bags in one week is the record!