Apple Picking Time

It’s apple picking time. Let’s to the orchard go. Rise up, my sleepyhead. You must not move too slow. I will grab a ladder and put it in the truck. You can gather our pails to use for what we pluck. To fill our bushels full with apples green and red is our goal, so hurry up and get out of the bed. I’ll show you, son of mine, how apple pickin’s done, We need to get there with the rising of the sun. That’s the way we did it when Grandpa was alive. This thing he so enjoyed I’m eager to revive. I saw the other day that many apple trees looked like they were bursting. We’ll pluck their fruit with ease. We’ll have a merry time, and later you’ll know why. Once we’re home I’ll bake you a yummy apple pie. Sweet and juicy apples we can eat every day. One a day, don’t you know, keeps the doctor away! Leftovers we can’t eat as applesauce I’ll can. I’ll make pies too for friends and you, my little man!