Just an extra.
Just in case.
We went apple picking in the fall.
And picked bags and bags of apples.
With the intention of baking many pies.
My hubby bakes apple pies.
He baked 5.
I opened the fridge the other day and found approximately 100 apples that looked like this.
Some were mushy. Some were brown. But most looked like this.
When I looked at them closely, a few thoughts entered my mind.
They look like my thighs.
I wonder if this is how my skin will look in about 30/40 years.
And then I filled up a bin and took them to our compost.