I was driving my daughter to work (she pays for the gas) and I interrupted her (bad momma!) to say. . . . . "Ohhhhh, look, an apple tree! Look at all those apples on the ground. I wonder. . . ."
Daughter, in her infinite teenaged wisdom,
Rolls. Her. Eyes.
I think I have an new addiction.
Is there an Apples Anonymous?
Maybe I could stop cold turkey.
I saw 2 walnut trees and a chesnut tree that seemed to need some cleaning up. . . .