Finding Apples by their perfume

The smell of ripe apples and sun warmed redwood (Think cedar) leads the blind dog here over and over again in the fall.

“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.”
Martin Luther

[Francoise]

I've enjoyed this whole series.

[Dixie Goode]

@francoise thank you. You've been so great about commenting all the way through.