In amongst all the other hubbub of the day, I went out in the late afternoon and dodged a few raindrops and snagged a few apples. Most were from a tree with limbs that had succumbed to the weight of the crop, and, along with a few from the Macintosh tree, they made great sauce, although not the bright pink of last month’s varieties. The Botanist said he got the Macintosh tissue direct from the place/person in Canada that had the original. This would have been in the mid- or late-1940s or perhaps early 1950s, I think.

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