Glorious Apples

In Nampa we lived minuets from some beautiful orchards. Acres and acres of apple, peach, apricot and cherry trees. When the fruit is ripe, the smell is divine. Three days before we were to move, I strapped Ellie to my front (a benefit of having a feather-weight for a nine month old) and a basket to my hip and we had some good old fashioned apple-pickin' fun. The leaves were a mix of green and gold. Some of the apples were almost as big as Ellie's head.

Each time I plucked one of those fat Fuji's we would be showered with a torrent of golden rain. Ellie would stretch out her little arms with all her might and grab clumsily at the falling leaves. Of course something so beautiful must be delicious. So those handfuls of golden-goodness went straight to her mouth, which she would quickly reject with a look of disgust and disappointment -- Only to try again with the next on-slot of falling leaves.We turned our lovely bushels over to the Bishop's Storehouse but on our way back to the car Brian and I grabbed a bit of natures booty for ourselves. We shined the skins on our sleeves and enjoyed the fresh taste of fall on the way home. Ellie sucked contently on the slivers of apple we spared for her.