Summer Apples

This is the time of year when I used to go apple picking with my kids. Alas, they’ve all flown the nest, and the one day my daughter and I could have gone, I was simply in too much pain. I simply love everything about the County Line Orchard where we always go–the apples, the beekeeping shack, the petting zoo, the pumpkin patch, the “hayrides,” the bright red tractors…

But I stumbled across the apple poem below today, and I thought I’d share that as today’s post and a celebration of the bo...