in freshman year, i lived across a parking lot from an apple tree. in spring, i watched tiny witiish-reddish apple flowers bloom; i watched the little apple flowers wither away and saw tiny apples take their place. these tiny green apples grew and grew and finally turned red. i was surprised to see no one pick any apples. so one day me and my roommate crossed the street and picked ourselves the besttest damn apples i've ever had in my whole life. they were so fresh and so fragrant and so crunchy and so juicy and so sweet.....apples from rolpa come a close second, though. when i told my roommate's mom, who was visiting during parents week, that we picked apples, she remarked "cool." that was my sentiment too....