Lovely, lovely day. I'm sitting here, high on wind in my hair, apples in my belly, sun on my skin, and codeine.
Yeah, Codeine. For a tooth ache I'm having root canaled on Monday. I've never had codeine before. Fun stuff. It makes me very double rainbow. Like, I love life, and I want to tell you about it.
Chris went for a bike ride today with a friend who's only in town once a month. Today was a perfect day to be out. I agreed, and decided that I would go out and get some honeycrisp apples from Mack's.
I love these apples. Honeycrisp apples and pumpkin beer are two things that make fall perfect. And today Mack's held a military appreciation day. Very awesome of them. I got a free peck of apples. I could already taste the perfect, sweet crisp of the apples. The girl handed me my bag and smiled, telling me that down this way was macintosh and cortland apples. Wonderful apples. Good for cooking. I asked her if there were any of my beloved honeycrisp in this field. Alas, no.
Oh well, Cortland and Macintosh are grand apples. I took my bag and proceeded in the direction she sent me (6 rows back, she told me). On my way I grabbed and apple, maybe the third row, and bit into it, enjoying that flavor of a beautiful fall day.
From the trees came a man in dark sunglasses, with a walkie talkie. "Excuse me? Those apples aren't ready." I kid you not, I was being approached by apple secret service. I apologized, told him that I must have miscounted the row I was on. He said "You can eat that one, but these trees won't be ready for another three weeks." Good thing he said I could eat the apple. I was enjoying it and didn't want to give it back.
I made it the rest of the way to the truly ripe apples and started to pick. Walking from tree to tree I spied my favorites and plucked them. And at three apples while I was at it. I filled my bag and picked a final apple to munch on for my walk back to that car. One my way out I ran into the apple agent, and I'm not certain that he didn't know exactly how many apples I'd eaten since we last talked. I grinned at him, telling him that they never taste quite as good once they left the orchard. He smiled and agreed.
I'm glad that Mack's has people like him, keeping the apples safe.
That apples are awesome. I'll be getting more next weekend.