Memories of my youth is speckled with annual trips to the New York state apple orchards with our family. Mostly I remember using my Dad’s homemade apple picker – was made out of part of a washing machine internal piece. Weird, huh? Anyway, on a recent visit to Virginia we stumbled upon this small fairly new apple orchard. The boys were so excited to pick their own apples, and I to photograph them. . . so here they are sitting in the orchard supplied wagon sorting out their self-picked apples! (yes, there are a few apples in the wagon – two each, as we couldn’t fly home with too many apples!)
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