Zingers

This is a Winesap apple, but I don't think they meant it that way

Bumbling wasps stagger over fallen apples, drunk on the cold of the mornings and fermented apple juice.

But are they happy drunks? No they are not. 

There is no gratitude for the bounty left behind by gravity and moth grub.

Instead should a dog's paw or a human ankle inadvertently brush their personal cider spheres, they emerge from their stupor to zip to the offender and sting and sting and sting. 

So far this year we have been careful and unscathed, but last year one got poor Mack in the neighborhood of the nethers and made him more than a little miserable.

And speaking of miserable....

Here, for your personal misery....without the benefit of alcohol,...are a couple of zingers of the news story variety. These didn't make me terribly happy, but then what from the news media does these days....

Fifty Shades of Not so Green

The inmates are running.....but not the prison....

Thanks to a couple of friends, from both near and far, for finding these. 

Fruit 'o the vine
Just wait until frost.