Apples in the Street

I no longer drive due to corneal dystrophy, so almost every day I walk on various errands in the N.W. Denver area. My bones need strengthening anyway, so wearing a weighty backpack is, in itself, a health-promoting act.
Lately I've been seeing fallen apples on the sidewalks and streets of my territory. It didn't take long before I picked an apple off a tree not my own, the better to assess flavor. Then I decided to collect a good portion of those apples off sidewalk and street, which I deemed public. I took them home, washed them twice, and two days later threw them in the compost bin. Apparently, I was too lazy to make applesauce, I'm not sure why. The sloth of Eve? I ask myself this question: What in life have I not done enough of yet? This puts me in mind of reading and writing. I do have reading and writing on my mind. These two disciplines help me stick with my ongoing inner project---accessing the courage to be truthful, and the strength to love my neighbor(whose apples I hope I didn't steal). I can really sink my teeth in that project!