Scroll back to last autumn. Max and I taking our weekly walk around campus, picking crab apples on our way.
Then forward to December. The apples are scarce, but if I shake the trees, there's still a few that will drop to the floor.
January. The trees are dotted with small black things. The ones we didn't get. Max eventually understands that he has to wait before he can pick apples again.
March. I point out that the little green buds will make flowers that will eventually produce apples. Max tries to eat one.
June. He finds it next to impossible to resist eating the tiny green apples he sees everywhere. But one is enough. They're not ready, he says.
Today I agreed that the apples would probably be red. So his sister made him a basket, and off we went to gather them.
This is a post for the Weekend Assignment #334. The question was: 'What are you looking forward to?'