The past week I went up to West Haven Farm to help with thinning. The farm has agreed to let me thin on my own schedule and keep track in the orchard log of the trees that have been thinned. For my labors they have offered me an exchange of veggies and fruit from the farm, a more than fair exchange in my opinion. The apples are sizing up nicely and many of the trees are showing a good crop. The sun has already left a red blush on many of the small apples, helping them to stand out against the clay coated leaves. I biked up late in the afternoon, the mile and half straight up the west hill of the Ithaca basin. It is my favorite time to work; the late afternoon. As I arrived the farm workers were finishing the last tasks for the day and heading home with a few quarts of fresh strawberries left over from the days labors. Soon the tractor was parked and the gate closed and I found myself alone, with the crows and the trees, and few evening peepers tuning up for their symphony.