It is USELESS. I cannot, will not, ignore the ripening apples in the yard. Every time I go out there I am overwhelmed by the aroma of ripening apples. I am drawn to the tree by the intoxicating smell and when I get there I am overcome by the need to pull an apple - or two - down.
That's when I settle into the little remaining grass (thank you drought for turning my green carpet of crass into crunchy brown weeds) and enjoy the sweet crispy crunch of a fresh apple. I am powerless to stop.
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