Apples: Part 2

These are Aports, and there is no shortage of them. Streets and shopping malls are named after them. They're either delicious or sour, depending on when you pick them. The free-range cows, goats, and horses that roam around within 10 minutes of the city limits feast on them. Locals, and us, can just walk into any unattended orchard and stock up for the week. Many enterprising youth will lug out a 50lb sack and then set up a fruit stand on the curb. Driving out to this area, we passed 10 or 20 such stands.

Fall colours in the apple orchard. Hundreds of trees, several varieties. Most of them were quite sour, but some were fantastic and they smelled great too.

And this is "the apple of my eye." The saying originally refered to the central aperture of the eye, presumably because apples were the most common sphere-shaped objects around. The apple and the apple tree were also sacred symbols for the early British people. Today, this phrase is usually figurative, applied to someone who is cherished--Kyla Vanwerkhoven, aka., "Loop."