April may be the cruelest month, but this particular June feels like the stingiest.
Of course there can be no fresh local fruit this month, but the southern hemisphere had a harvest not too long ago.
Where are those apples? Not in supermarkets.
Or rather, they seem to dribble out one variety at a time, for short periods only.
So there were Smittens from New Zealand. Until there weren't.
Then were some Chilean Cameos that were so dreadful it would not surprise me to learn that the were from the 2017 harvest. (Probably though they were just mishandled.)
More recently, we had some Korus. For a week.
June is always a hard month for apple aficionados, but this June feels especially crabbed and frustrated.
There is only one thing for it: thaw out the sweet cider I put away last fall, and drink the autumn harvest.