When it comes to apples, I welcome the low hanging fruit

Last Sunday, we went on our annual apple picking outing - our first time as a married couple (yeah, those "first's" haven't gotten old just yet) - and we easily picked an entire bag's worth. Even though most of the apples were low hanging, Hal still got the picking pole since that really is his favorite part of this experience. The trees were filled with Macintosh and Red Delicious and I was in my glory.

The branches appeared so laden with apples they reminded me of bunches of grapes.

Hal using his picking pole.

A happy Hal gets the goods.

And as usual, I find myself reaching for all the good ones.
They were worth the stretch.