The Apple Orchard

"Grandma, when are we going to leave for the orchard?" I asked. I really wanted to go apple picking! We go every year. But, last year we weren't able to go because the apples died during a frost in the spring. An hour later it was time to leave. We grabbed our hats (luckily it was sunny) and bags; off we went! We spent the next 45 minutes in the car watching the small city turn into the vast country side. At the next turn we drove onto a dirt road. (80)

The dirt road had fresh raspberry fields stretching into the distance on either side. Suddenly the waist-high raspberry bushes turned into tall apple trees completely decorated with the big juicy apples. All types were there: red delicious, gala, pink-lady, granny smith… The road led up to a farm house where we go to buy our apple bags. This year I got my own bag. (That would be a lot  of apples!) Our group walked into one of the best groves, luckily we were the only people in sight. I ran down  to the end and back letting the sun warm my golden hair. "Over here," my grandma said. Where she was there were the most perfect apple that she would use to make an apple cake. I could already taste it in my mouth. But, it wasn't so much the food, it was just the fun of picking them in the country-side environment that I enjoyed! (159)

 10 minute total: 239