It is winter in Edith and Christian's garden. It is quiet, and mostly brown. The trees are bare and the shrubs are covered with evergreen branches. But there are little green things popping up ~ winter jasmine and snowdrops. And there are baskets and baskets of apples.
"Edith, what do you do with all the apples?"
"Well, you throw them away when they get rotten."
P.S. I happen to know that a lot of them are made into apple butter before they get that way.