But I am still fighting under my apple tree
My apple tree has no apples left for the season. I have cut back a few branches, and the first signs of autumn are beginning to show.
But I am still fighting under my apple tree. 🥊🍂

My apple tree has no apples left for the season. I have cut back a few branches, and the first signs of autumn are beginning to show.
But I am still fighting under my apple tree. 🥊🍂

My apples are starting to turn red, and they are almost ready to go. And so am I.
First, another match with the boxing bag under the apple tree, with only one spider in the audience.
Then it was time for two apple pies. One classic, and one healthier version.
Last time, the healthier one did not exactly win the jury over, so this time I made a few adjustments. More honey in the oatmeal topping, and plenty of desiccated coconut.
apples are starting to turn red, and they are almost ready to go. And so am I.
First, another match with the boxing bag under the apple tree, with only one spider in the audience.
Then it was time for two apple pies. One classic, and one healthier version.
Last time, the healthier one did not exactly win the jury over, so this time I made a few adjustments. More honey in the oatmeal topping, and plenty of desiccated coconut.

What awaits beneath the apple tree’s shadow?
No time for hesitation.
Time for the gloves.

Everyone went to the beach.
I entered my secret garden to fight.

A snapshot from the weekend:
“Well, it’s Saturday night.”
