Tag: trips
and they meet
Ninety four and a half years and four generations separate these two. The third child in the fifth generation arrived just a couple of weeks before the holiday, another example of the way one family’s tree can branch out in endless directions and still maintain strong roots on a simple farm. My grandmother said little…
to pick some apples
My tree girl, who loves parks, just could not manage to keep her eyes open for this one. So I picked on my own, away from the rest of the wagonload, and enjoyed the morning in the sweet scented fields. And even though it feels like a completely different world, we’re never really that far…