Apple Meditation

Take a bite of an apple.  What comes into your mind?

• horses—we used to feed them the wild crabapples that grew all around our property
• hay—in the fall we'd go apple-picking at an orchard that had hay bales lining the path
• throwing wild apples—we'd sharpen the point of a long, flexible stick, ram the apple onto it, and whip it into the field out behind our cottage
• sour crabapples—we dared each other to eat them
• wormholes—with the occasional worm still inside
• Mom's homemade applesauce
• especially the pink kind when she left the peels on and kept it chunky
• the cinnamon kind was good, too
• the cider press—which I adopted after it had become a planter
• September
• "Delicious" apples—my dad's favorite, but too dry for me
• a misnomer, in my mind
• I'm a Macintosh fan

• for computers, too
• James doesn't like Macintosh apples—he prefers Delicious
• must be a man thing
• I love apples, but my stomach doesn't—maybe it's because of all those wild crabapples I ate as a kid
• I always took the dare