The heirloom yellow apples are back this year on our street. Last year the tree did not produce any. I have no idea if we can harvest them since my friend John died. He was the maintenance man who gave me permission. "They're going in the dumpster!" he'd say. Help yourself. I'd wheel my red wagon down there and fill it up. I must find the new landlord and ask him.
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