There's an apple tree out back. It's apple season? Mostly the apples are fallen already and everywhere scattered around. In the dark I've tripped. I'm inexperienced with fruit trees. Okay too late to pick them off the branches and I don't want to pick them off the ground. The neighbors ask since we don't seem to be using the apples could they collect them. Sure thing. They gather. I try not to watch from my window. What they will do with them? Apple pie maybe. They seem like apple pie guys. One of them with long hair and no shirt. They carry away three paper bags full and in thanks, bring a basket of tomatoes from their garden. The neighbors are nice guys and tomato salad tonight.