Thomas and I have wanted to cut down our apple tree that has given us about a dozen apples a year since we moved into the house 3 years ago. Of those dozen apples we have managed to finangle about 1 per year away from the birds who get to then before us.
So when my dad came up last November, he wanted to take the wood home so he could turn some bowls with the wood, because apparently apple wood makes beautiful bowls.
And defeated!!! Proud and dusty.