ABSTRACT
It is midway through the summer and I am sitting under a canopy of foliage, green apples clinging to branchlets. A fleeting memory of fall comes to mind, when I collected fallen apples and brought them to school. We cranked apples through an old press, students ecstati-
cally taking turns to grind the apples into cider. On this farm where I live, the orchard is bursting with new growth. Apples, peaches, pears, and plums dangle from nearby trees, still in the early stages of growth. The cherry tree boasts tart fruit ripe for picking and baking cobbler. Thorny blackberry bushes do not prevent me from plucking as many berries as I can.
