An Apple a Day

Much of my youth was spent living next to neighbors who had apple trees in their back yard. Apples were always abundant, and we were welcome to help ourselves to all the fruit we needed. Consequently, my mother sent me or a sibling to pick up a sack of apples on many occasions. They were green like these in the painting, and. I have never known their scientific name. We always called them horse apples, and they were excellent cooking apples. When fully ripe, the meat of the fruit was pale yellow and tart, perfect for fried apple pies, cobblers, or the standard plate pie. My mother cooked them all. Every time I see this type of apple, I immediately recall those lazy summer days, green apples scattered on grass,  and the sweet smell of cooking apples. This 4x6 piece is completed in a lovely three inch wood and gold frame. See images.