My neighbor insisted I remove my apple tree—then one morning, I woke up to my entire yard buried in apples.

the neighbourhood changed.

People began stopping by more often. Mira asked whether I would consider organising a community apple day the following autumn.

At first, I wanted to say no.

Although I had always shared the fruit, the tree still felt deeply personal. It belonged to the memories Dean and I had made together.

Then I remembered him standing beside continue reading …