Visiting an apple orchard is a great way to pass the time on a sunny fall Saturday. There are rows and rows of trees, lots of sky and a sense that even now, small joys can be gleaned from something as low tech as a ladder and a wooden pail.
The big sky is clear and the air is fresh–not the stifled kind that hangs in the air around the city.
M. Snowe, for the life of her (or more accurately for the life of her 9 month old nephew) couldn’t then understand why such clear air could produce such polluted beliefs in her nephew’s parents.
The actual words used to describe one presidential candidate were: “terroristic, socialistic, baby-killing bastard.”
M.Snowe shuddered, thinking this is the language (and poor grammar) that her nephew is privied too daily.
Then someone let him suck on an apple, and he made a sour face the entire day.
One can only hope his ability to decipher the sour will adapt and strengthen with age.