Since spring, she has watched the progression of apple growth from the flowering stage to the ripening stage.
There have been many realizations along the way:
Anxious to eat apples when they first started to take shape…she learned to be patient after the discovery that green fruit does not taste very good but is fun to spit out!
She learned, with time, the red delicious apples finally live up to their name and do turn red and juicy and delicious. Good to eat. Especially… right off the tree.
Now she knows trips outside to the garden result with an apple-in-hand return inside.
And- when Grampa picks apples- it means a delicious pie will be served for dessert.
This year, it would seem sad to find apple season rolling to a close as the cooling of Autumn ends apple production…
However, through the eyes of a two-year old, there is apple magic that will live on forever.
As she and Grampa collected apples on a recent trip to the garden, he polished the bloom off the skin and handed the apple to her. A moment later, her little finger pointed to the yellow specks on the peel.
A look of wonder filled her face as she announced to him,
An apple in hand will forever more be like holding a piece of the universe.. a reminder of the day our granddaughter found a galaxy of stars on an apple.
She will always be the stars upon my apple…