SO FAR FROM THE HARVEST (GoldRush (L) and Empire) ¶ The late spring used to be enlivened by imports of (relatively) fresh apples from Chile, New Zealand, and other points south. ¶ Today these apples are swept away on the ebb tides of global commerce. (Tariffs? Hormuz Strait?) Things are a little bleak. ¶ This year I've found myself gravitating to the last of my GoldRush from the fall, and, unexpectedly, Empire.
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