Pick from the tree, wash, eat – for the finest apple eating experience ever!
When we were kids, Mom always seemed to know where to go to pick our own fruit in summer time. Strawberries, apples, blueberries. When Steve ands I first got married and moved back to New England, she introduced Steve to apple picking.
We couldn’t find him; it was like he just vanished. I walked up and down and through the rows and still no Steve.
It wasn’t until I heard something falling to the ground, looked around and saw a bunch of apple cores – fresh – that I looked up and there was Steve in the tree, sitting on a limb eating apples. McGowans were his favorite.
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Published by Sharon Lee Davies-Tight, artist, writer/author, animal-free chef, activist