Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
—Martin Luther
ORGET LEAF BLOWERS. The only buzz saw–drone noise I can tolerate in fall is the whir of wasps slow-swirling drunk, knocking into one another in an apple orchard. as they toddled around, clanging waspishly into each other down the orchard, reaching their outstretched, chubby hands for just one more Jonamac, one more Crispin, Cortland, or Snap-Dragon apple to toss into their bag.
