The Silver Apples of the Moon, the Golden Apples of the Sun

This is our apple tree, so laden with fruit this year that a massive branch actually cracked in the wind one night and broke off under the weight, as though taking Keats’ lines from Ode to Autumn far too literally – To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core… The lawn is still almost ankle deep in windfalls. What is it about apples? Why are they so…