It’s apple picking time, and Sparky isn’t excited.  Sparky is concerned for my safety because I am climbing a ladder wearing crocs. 

Wearing crocs without using back straps are only appropriate for shuffling around the house.  This is bad.

I was making apple butter while apple picking, so this time, was only grabbing low hanging fruit to get the couple of dozen apples to make top off the next butter batch. 

Sparky looks so earnest, and his paws are so cute, that I don’t doubt his sincerity.

Of all my apple trees, the red delicious and yellow delicious trees had the most fruit.  They were loaded.  It’s a shame, they are junk apples, so I will make apple butter.

The trees tend to lose their leaves when the apples are coming in.  My guess is all of the tree’s resources go into the fruit.

I go up on a step ladder and pick all the apples that I can reach.  Apples that are big enough and have no holes, go into a cloth bag for cooking.  Other apples are dropped to the ground.  The ground apples go in a bucket to be deer bait.

Sparky isn’t nuts about yellow delicious apples either.