When we moved into our house about four years ago, we inherited a great apple tree in the backyard. I have a black thumb, and the apples on this tree are the ONLY evidence of plant life that managed to successfully survive under my care.
The tree had another bumper crop this year. And since my sister Carla always makes apple pies for Thanksgiving dinner, I packed up a big box of apples recently as a surprise–picked fresh off the tree. I figured they would bring a little California to the east coast when we’re there for the holiday. Plus it would be something I could put into the pies other than my fork.
Even though I normally do everything at the last minute, I shipped the apples early– so they arrived 10 days before Thanksgiving. My sister, however, had already finished making the pies two weeks ago. To me this is just more proof that sometimes it pays to procrastinate.