Not quite the fruits of my labour; my mum planted this apple tree mid-visit to Melbourne way back then, and just as I have been informing her for years, her offspring are perfectly capable of flourishing free from worry and wear. (Although I acknowledge a little organic love never goes astray.)
Was so chuffed to see these that I traipsed barefoot into the mud to get a good shot. If only mum was here - though I know she wouldn't have appreciated as much that I had to saunter back through the kitchen after en route to the tap.
Ah mum, sure I don't deserve these, nor thee.