After going to the back porch, pulling open one of the dresser drawers filled with stored fruit and picking out the crispest apple in the drawer to eat, my husband came back with a grin on his face. He told me once again one of his favorite memories of his Grandma, Deseret. When he was young she would tell him about how she had to eat soft, rotten, mushy apples all winter. Every few days her mother would send her down into the cellar and have her pick through the stored apples. "Bring up the apples that are bruised, beginning to rot, and have turned mushy." her mother would direct. " We need to save the good apples for later."
Needless to say, Grandma never ate a good, crisp apple all winter long. By saving the good apples for later they would inevitably be turning soft and mushy before they were eaten. I guess the moral of the story is.........saving for a rainy day is good advice,
but don't put of living and enjoying life TODAY!