I admit, I am a pillager. I think not of a "pillager" as robbing others but maybe more as a forager. I forage, glean, obtain, garner and gather when I have a chance! In fact, recently, I pillaged (is that a word?) from my neighbors! Each year they let me take all of the apples I want off of their wise old apple tree in their backyard. Recently one of the limbs broke because of the weight of all the luscious apples on it. Sad, but it was like finding a treasure to me...all those apples within reach, just laying there waiting for me to pick them! And so I did! I hoisted tubs of apples into the basement and up the stairs, washed 'em up in the kitchen sink, quartered, cooked, strained and canned the saucy sauce! I even made batches of apple butter and apple pie filling! I now look at those jars of sauce, butter, and filling on my shelves and think of all that could have gone to waste out there under those trees (I picked off of our two trees too) all winter long! Sorry deer! They're mine now!
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