It’s true. That’s why he made ‘em so tasty. I do love them so. I went out apple picking a few weeks back with my family and Mike. We got out at the very last second. There was little left on the trees, but we filled many bushels anyway. Good thing, ’cause I seriously eat about 3 a day when I get my hands on fresh ones. Yum. And we were able to take advantage of the last of the really nice weather.
The prize… oh lovely fruit of happiness.
The Fujis were gone (which is alright, I’m a Golden Delicious man), but the sun on the sign was cool.
Looking down this lane in the orchard, all I could think was Huckleberry Finn. In homage to him, I ate as many as I could while picking.
The sun shining on a shed, doing funky flares with my lens. Crazy.
Another lane. It seems to call out, “find out where I go.” It makes me want to take a nice long hike.
I don’t know why I took this picture, but I just like it. I looked at the building and thought, “I should take that picture.” So I did. Maybe it’s the fun textures. I don’t know, I just took it. If you don’t like it, don’t blame me. My fingers have a mind of their own.
And of course, freshly made apple goodies. This makes a trip to the orchard go from good to great. This is just the epitome of fall.
If you’re going to see me soon and you want a good apple, let me know. You won’t regret it.
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