It’s time to pick the MacIntosh apples. I’m sorry now that I didn’t spray them with lime sulphur dormant spray last winter. They have the odd blemish here and there. But the damage is only skin deep and doesn’t affect the flavour of these sweet apples.
I picked them carefully and put the apples into the bucket, but some of the riper ones fell to the ground. Before I could get to them, Emma rushed in to help.
“Yup! It’s pretty good. Guess there’s no point in leaving it half eaten. Best if I lean into the job!”
“What are you looking at, Ruby?”
“Getting down to the last bit. Takes a serious molar workout.”
“Oh Lawdie, that was some good!”
“Apple pieces falling out of my mouth. So what? I know…. I’m not supposed to chew with my mouth open, but who’s going to tell? Just Ruby over there. She’s being good, but I think she has some mischief in mind.”
“Sure do, Emma. While all the attention is on you – as usual – I’m hiding a hazelnut under my chin. I’ll crack it when no one is looking. So what if my teeth get cracked too. The hazelnuts are so good. They’re worth it.”
“But you’re a growing child. You just go ahead and eat your apple a day, like a good little girl.”