Since Luis didn't have school on Columbus Day, we thought that would be a good time to go apple picking. I've been on the fence about whether I wanted to go at all. It's just so expensive, and it seems like a bit of a rip-off, to be honest. Usually pick your own fruit is cheaper than what you'd find in stores, but not apples. Plus, I don't even really like apples.
Ultimately, we decided to go because, if nothing else, apple picking is good for one thing - pictures:
John Greenleaf Whittier BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
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