Apple Picking Time
Finally the storm was over enabling us to go for a walk. We are usually to busy to stroll the neighborhood, but today was perfect.
On our walk we pass by a field that hasn't even been cut as long as I've lived here. There are trees growing in it and I can see that it will no longer be a field with in my lifetime. The remarkable thing about this field is that there is an apple tree smack-dab in the middle of it. I've written about this tree before. The apples are pretty bitter so I usually feed them to the horses.
While I was picking I noticed two other apple trees at the edge of the field at the wood line. I fought my way through the wild berry vines, through spider webs, but it was worth it. These were choice apples, fit for humans. I ended up picking two cloth shopping bags full of apples.
I suppose I should paint the entire picture for the visual enjoyment of your mind's eye. Though I do try to clean up and look presentable when ever I leave home, I often look like a bum when I'm around here. For this walk I was wearing dirty jeans, farm boots (Wellingtions)and my denim shirt had rips on the shoulders from slinging the chain saw over my shoulder when I walk to a cutting project.
Trying to exit the field I had a bag of apples hanging from each hand and I tripped with every other step. My final steps to get onto the road also threw me off balance. I can just see the people in those three cars that drove by me thinking I was a drunken bum stumbling around in the ditch.