The apple tree outside my kitchen door went into overdrive last year, producing hundreds (maybe thousands?) of apples. It certainly seemed like thousands as I had to pick them up, bag them and drag the heavy and soggy bags to the street for curbside pickup. I was not alone. Neighbors all along my running route have told me of similar inconveniences. And the worst part is that the fruit from my tree is a mealy, unappealing type of red delicious. Red, yes. Delicious, no. This year, the tree seems to be less productive. Fingers crossed.