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Apr 2014
Fall is my favorite time of the year.
It's when all those beautiful colors appear...

A trip to the orchard, with the family.
For pictures of the apples and kids in a tree...

The smell of the orchard, makes you feel high.
Like the smell of the homemade apple pie...

So many trees, with apples galore.
A Bite out of each, wondering can I eat more?...

Finally you pick the apple to buy.
The apple, your favorite one that you tried...

by ~ judy
The orchard had all different kinds of apples, and they would permit you to taste each one.  We would walk to each tree, and taste the apple, if we liked it we would pick it...the kids would climb the trees, and I would take pictures of them with all the apples hanging around...a sight that I miss now, for grandkids have grown up....but I still love fall and the apple orchard.
Judypatooote
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Judypatooote  ohio
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