Our crab apple tree is covered with wrinkled, red fruits.
Wild grapes in the old hedgerow.
Apples on the ground. They're falling off the trees.
One of my followers.
Coq au Vin letting me know the yard belongs to him,
Um, I don't think it will be safe to jump in the leaves this year...
Covered in gold. Money really does grow on trees.
The other follower. He jumped out when I opened the window to take chicken photos.