apples on the ground.

i went picking for some apples.

tis the season.

right?

right.

so convinced a friend

to join me

and we headed off

on one delightfully autumnal

day.

after all

this is why

fall is so dearly loved.

because it produces

these sorts of days...

some might call them

perfect.

this particular apple orchard:

minnetonka orchards

truly did have it all.

hay mountains.

corn mazes.

open grills.

friendly animals.

kind staff members.

i was mostly interested

in the apples.

and picking my own.

and my friend?

she was interested in

a hay ride.

lucky us. 

we could head in the

same direction.

upon paying for our

plastic bag

that allowed us to

begin our search for

our

peck of apples,

we were one of the many

swarmingly

eager

apple-pickers

roaming the rows.

it was late in the day.

and the rows had thoroughly

 been picked over.

and we quickly noticed

the apple trees

no longer held any

apple in their branches.

i spotted a rosy apple

under a tree.

i picked it up.

inspected it.

thought about it.

then i bit.

and do you know?

it was perfect.

a little boy accompanied

by his parents

mimicked my action.

"honey! no! that's icky!

we don't eat things on the ground."

said his mom.

she took his hand and

the small boy and i

exchanged confused looks

as he passed by.

many of the 

eager

apple-pickers flew by

with frustrated remarks about,

"how there are no apples left!"

and

"don't they know there are no

apples here!"

and before we knew

it.

we were quite alone

amongst the bare trees.

and we began to notice.

that some someones

were dearly loving the

apples absence from

the trees.

and so this is how

our apple-picking trip

turned into an 

apple-seeking trip.

because instead of looking up

for apples.

we roamed and dug around

with the bees

to see what we could find.

and we found some beauties.

some might even have 

called these apples...

perfect.

           

you do you know?

we filled our whole peck.

and i had such a nice time.

i think i'll go back

next year.

perhaps next time

i will actually have the 

opportunity to

pick.

the apple from the tree.

but perhaps not.

and either way.

i'll still eat it.

because yes.

i do.

and i will.

 eat food on the ground.

until next 

autumnal activity...