Apple Picking Time…
I’m a Summer Time girl.
I always have been, I think.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve loved the freedom of Summer ~
Piles of Books to read.
Light, Light Clothing.
Car Windows open.
Juicy Fresh Fruit.
Friends Knocking at my door.
Late Night Ice Cream Cones.
To name but a few.
When I became a Mom, I lived each of these things all over again with my children.
As a Grandma, I am blessed to enjoy things things, too.
When Autumn rolls around, that freedom transforms into schedules.
Schedules aren’t bad things.
They are just not freedom things.
But what I love about Autumn – the most, most, most – is Apple Picking.
(~Audrey, Jane and me~1985)
Apple Picking ~
Little Apple-Picking Cages.
That First Bite.
Crunch Crunch Underfoot.
Orange Pumpkins, too.
Then the aroma of Apple Pies, Apple Crisp, Baked Apples.
Messy kitchen tables with sugar and flour and cinnamon and messy kids’ hands and faces, too.
This is when Mother Nature chooses the schedule.
A rather small window.
Of all this color and sound and aromas and touch and especially taste.
It’s the small window that makes Apple Picking so very, very special.
Kind of like Summer in New England!
I’m ready of Autumn!