Apples

Today has been more apple-heavy than any day ever should be. Not Apple. I mean, I’m writing this on an Apple laptop but no…real apples from real trees. Garden of Eden and Eve. Newton and gravity. That kind. We’ve got a pretty big apple tree in the garden and it’s mainly been the bane of my life. It drops so many apples every autumn and my poor little robot lawnmower can’t handle them and gives up. At least once a day I get a notification on my phone that he’s stuck, and I trudge up in the rain to kick apples into the borders and get him started again. This year looked like it’d be no different but I chatted to some of my AI friends and asked them what I could do with all the apples. As usual, they suggested a number of things that I’m definitely not going to do. The assumption they all have is that I’m awash with time and would like nothing better than to spend a day peeling and coring apples. I abused an LLM enough until it told me that I can just quarter them, lob them in a slow…