Perhaps I've mentioned about a place near a place I've lived that used to be a town until the Feds decided said town flooded too often and besides, the area would make a great wildlife conservation area.

So the town was bought up, tore down, and all the little critters live in peaceful harmony.

Including descendants of the town's cats.

And some of the fruit trees people had in their yards.

The bulldozers got most everything else; I wonder how/why the gardens survived.
I'm glad they did though.

So about this time of year, Mrs DT and I would head out to this wildlife preserve and pick apples and pears and quince and other such during harvest season.

Pies, cider, cobbler, turn-overs, fritters, or just plain eating.

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