We picked Honeycrisp one morning recently, possibly the best gift of September.
Three bags full, plenty to share.
On a day when the weather was feeling very fall-in-Ohio-ish, the drizzle perhaps keeping some folks away from the orchard, we pulled on boots and went.
It was worth it.
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I hope we can always remember Tollie's beaming face today, when he special-delivered a honeycrisp to Grandpa Rod, and then went running back to get one for me. Thanks for picking and sharing!
That was a pretty sweet moment, Mom. Also: you'll be glad to know we used this picking opportunity to begin the "no manchineel" lessons.
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