Sometimes the kids from here, here, and here like to take a break and hang out on the old apple tree.
The tree is an odd shape, I know. It's just like the one that was in my backyard when I was growing up. My parents paid us neighborhood kids 5¢ an apple to pick up all the rotten ones. Not a bad deal, for the time!
I didn't want to start a new series this week, as I'll be taking a 2 week blogging break after Friday.