Apple Picking Time
One of my childhood memories I wish to keep with me is apple picking time. Once a year
On a Sunday our family would head out to apple orchard country. Never forget the large
sign :Pick your own Apples: 5 dollars a bushel Well, out of the car and in no time My
sister and I were filling the basket with big red juicy apples. Knocking them out of the trees
With one hand and eating them with the other. In no time our basket was full. All the way
home both of us munching on these big juicy red apples. Some things you never forget. This is one of them.
Copyright © Richard Ferry | Year Posted 2013
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