As the seasons begin to change and the air becomes chilly I have been looking out our back window and admiring the apples on our tiny tree.
Yesterday Hyrum shook the apple tree and the apples fell to the ground like rain.
We gathered them up in our shirts before Joseph threw too many of them around the yard. Now they sit on my counter ripening. I see a small apple pie in our near future.
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