As a child we'd play among the cherry, peach, and apple trees all day. Climbing, eating, making a tree house, and playing various games. Apples that fell upon the ground to be heated by the sun served a delicious apple sauce. I'd go back in a heart beat!
Forget not, dear brothers, the joy of rotten fruit fights from what was found lying around, the smell of Elizabeth's fresh made apple butter, or her demands that we once again enjoy the taste of hot stewed rhubarb (never touched the stuff since). One more day or even an hour there would be most welcome.
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