Gravenstein the Great

Walking Charlie this morning I noticed that the Gravenstein apple trees in the neighborhood all have little apples on them. We have a couple of Gravenstein trees in the side yard (near the pear), one of which was there when we moved in, the other which has since grown as a volunteer. Unfortunately, I have proven myself such an incorrigible cosmopolitan as to neglect these trees too, leaving most of their harvest to the birds.

Gravenstein makes the best apple sauce. It has a lovely sharp-sweet fragrance, redolent of impending fall.

I'm off to the computer lab now to get ready for the school year. There's a truckload of website updating I have to do. The boys are still sailing in Sausalito this week. They complain a lot. It's been very windy.