Apples

My grandparents lived on a farm. They had apple trees and cherry trees- big old ones that were great for climbing- if you got a little boost from someone. August and September at Grandma's house meant pitting cherries, and picking apples.

One day while my grandmother was watching my sister and I, she pulled out buckets and ladders and we set out apple picking. It was a lot of fun, climbing up the ladder to try and reach all of the apples. A perfect fall afternoon.

It was especially perfect for my sister who was in preschool at the time. She told everyone that when she grew up, she wanted to be an apple picker.

She didn't become an apple picker. She's not terribly excited to hear that I have apples that need to be picked on my tree. Maybe I can convince my girls that this would be a great future career...