Last trees standing

Another sign of the ravages of time. This field used to be full of apple trees and Mr M's grandparents made cider every fall. It's still referred to as the orchard. There is an outbuilding right behind the house and across the ceiling of the second floor of that building was a rope clothesline hanging full of empty plastic gallon jugs. Slowly, one by one, these very old apple trees have fallen over on their own. Sad to see them go.