Assortment

Funnies on Sunday!

 

 

 

 

Sketch

 

 

This, I love. The thought processes of the eleven-year-old boy, and the evolution of a character, all layed out across a scrap of paper. I had to grab this one to show you, before he threw it away because it wasn't a "keeper."

Wasn't a keeper?!

I'll be having a little talk with the artist. Something along the lines of, "How about from here on out, everything is a keeper!"

 

 

Have a lovely weekend, friends!

Granny Smith's Apples

 

 

Those apples I mentioned a while ago? They didn't end up in our pantry. We went back to see if they were ready for picking, and they never did have that good, tart, picked-straight-from-the-apple-tree flavor, it was more flat and chalky.  

Meh.

 

So, we kept our eyes peeled for any other loaded apple trees we might see.

Turns out we met a woman on the boardwalk bridge down by the river, who was riding a pink vintage-style bicycle with a wicker basket on the front. In the basket were some sweet, golden-red apples. She said she'd picked them from a tree whose loaded branches were hanging over a yard fence on the other side of town. We chatted for a bit, about apple butter, apple sauce, and other apple-y things before she rolled on by through the dappled sun, her tires ba-lumping over the boards as she went. 

 

And that was that.

I needed to find that tree.

 

I also needed a pink vintage-style bicycle with a wicker basket on the front, which I'd never realized, before. Funny, that.

 

Turns out, the tree was Mrs. Smith's apple tree (Granny Smith, you might say), right there on Smith St.

And, yes, it was loaded.

 

Now, we didn't know Granny Smith at first, but I can tell you this: She has the most tidy of places. Though her home is far removed from fancy or new, the walk is swept, her yard is clipped, and her windows are spotlessly clean.

 

We tucked a note into her newspaper box, hoping for a call soon. 

 

The wait wasn't long. Next day, the phone rang with an invitation to come pick all we wanted!

 

Just as soon as we could get there, we were up a ladder, in the sun, picking (and eating) apples!

 

 

 

Sweet sugar, tart apples, dark spices - we're ready to make all sorts of apple-y things, thanks to Granny Smith and her loaded tree!


(And the woman with the pink vintage bike!)