Tioga

Today we have a large oblate apple, its yellow ribs blending gently with the spring-green valleys between. ¶ It wears a swath of coppery russet like a bicorn hat radiating from the well where sits a short stubby stem. ¶ There are crackles of russet on one side, some darker green streaks, and dark grey lenticel dots across the field. There's a smattering of harmless flyspeck (which has nothing to do with flies) as well.