Our ward had a service project at the orchard down the street. We picked apples for them.
The kids had a good time. They were good little workers.
The smell of apples, apple trees, and dirt made me very homesick. It brought back a lot of memories of thinning apples for the Allreds, painting tree trunks for the Piercys, and just being home. It made me happy to give my kids just a tiny taste of that.
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