Dear Diary, In fall the smell of apples is in the air. Where I live is full of apple trees, some cared for in yards, some abandoned orchards from old farms. They are along the side of the road. It really makes you think about the people who lived here before you, how they planted and harvested.
The one that caught my eye this year was on Willow Street, with the apples littering the ground and a wheelbarrow underneath it. It was just so perfect I had to stop and get a shot of it. It is a sentimental sort of picture, but then again, I am as well.