It is the time of year when the leavings begin to show up on our front porch. Often they are accompanied with a note from a friend who is hoping to identify an old apple. These fruits are leavings in the literal sense only, as the connotation of leftovers or refuse hardly applies, except that many old apples have been discarded in the rush of modern living. I like to think that sampling these old sorts helps us keep the good things of the past in focus.
