Crabapple jelly, jam, sauce, syrup. Pickled crabapples. Crabapple chutney, bread, pie. A gallon put up to ferment. Is there such a thing as crabapple wine? There is this horror of waste, with so much of the world going hungry, but the crabapples aren't finished yet. "There is, God help us, more," Annie Dillard says in Holy the Firm. "Time is eternity's pale interlinear, as the islands are the sea's. We have less time than we knew and that time buoyant, and cloven, lucent, and missile, and wild."
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