Plenty of apples, delicious to eat,
juicy and crunchy, crisp and sweet.
The more we ate the more they grew.
We began to wonder what to do.
We ate apples for breakfast, sliced on toast.
We ate apples on Sunday, baked with the roast.
Apples for dinner, apples for tea -
too many apples, we all agreed.
We just couldn't eat them. Too mant we said.
So we stored them under the biggest bed.
And so on, and so on...
This was a book I used to read to Jeremy and Tamsin when they were small, and I was reminded when I noticed how our tree is weighed down. They don't keep well, so we need to enjoy them now. Where did I see that apple-cake recipe?