Cutting up some beautiful red, crabby apples for liqueur. For next winter, to keep the flu at bay ;)

Post-flood

The sun is shining, the air cool, on this summer morning. I have grown accustomed to the ever-present sound of the sump pump, the gurgle and gush of water. Coffee cup in hand, I survey my soggy kingdom. So very thankful and grateful, in the wake of near disaster. It begins to dawn... something not.. quite .. right. Why does that tree look like that?? A short, wet, flip-floppy walk, reveals the ground is so saturated, the tree can no longer stand in the quagmire, it is slowly giving up... falling over - poor tree! I believe we can build something to prop it up until the ground becomes firm once again. Still grateful! :D