Fear No Apple

Yesterday we took Sophie out to that special place called, the apple orchard. That’s the place where you get to walk through a muddy field covered with rotten apples, grabbing them from the tree (denying a migrant worker a good job), and, after sampling several, putting the least mealy ones in your bag.

Now, after a description like that, I wonder why Sophie had no interest whatsoever in helping to pick the apples. I’m not sure if it was the fact that it was cold out, and she wanted to stay close to a warm body, or that she is a city child, and hasn’t been that close to more than one tree in her life.

At least we had good friends to run around the orchard with – I would put up our photos, but the batteries in our camera died after two shots. So much for the fancy rechargable batteries.

Next up, I plan to send Sophie out to work some farms in California…maybe she’ll be the next Caesar Chavez!

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