So, the first year we were in our house, someone came onto the property and just started picking apples. Claimed they knocked, but T. was in the garage and they didn’t, say, leave a note or anything, they just started picking.
T. told them to Get Off My Property and, as far as we know, they’ve never come back.
I giggle about this sometimes.
Couple years ago, this guy who looked like a hipster except with a thick Eastern European accent stopped by and wanted to photograph our tree. I told him only if he took some apples. 😉 He took like three reusable-shopping-bags worth and came back later for more.
Last year, a nice guy brought us a gallon of cider BEFORE he started picking apples, and brought us some maple syrup too, and then more cider. Took a lot of apples – we did not have any shortage, let me tell you.
Just got a note from him the other day and, in addition, there’s a nice older lady who stopped by with her grandkids to pick some apples. Hooray! I am super thrilled by people who come to me to get apples. (Especially when they leave cider behind).
But only if they ask first.
Or, you know, happen to bike by while we’re picking apples.
Or come with a good recipe for something we haven’t done with apples yet.
(And we still have more than enough for ourselves, let me tell you, even without breaking into the weird apple trees in the hedge row).
Also, tonight for dinner: Kale Apple Soup.