As you may know, I visit this deformed little old lady regularly. She lives on the WoodenBoat campus with a number of similar old ladies who originally were part of an apple orchard that apparently was planted more than 100 years ago. They’re a miserly group that holds onto some of their apples until ice, snow, and gravity slowly force them to let go.
What type of apples they hold onto has been a mystery to me. Perhaps you can tell:
Yes, I have John Bunker’s massive “Apples and the Art of Detection” (400+ pp.) on how to identify old Maine apples. But, I must confess that I became more confused after consulting that fascinating tome than I was before I risked a hernia and picked it up. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 18 and 19, 2024.)