Apples To Apples

When I was eating lunch yesterday, I pulled an apple out of the fridge, and noticed that it looked waxed. This seemed odd, as my Mom doesn’t usually buy waxed apples. They’re usually organic. Then, while I was trying to figure out if it really was waxed, I noticed what a pretty color it had. And that it actually had nice proportions. (It seems most of the ones I eat are lopsided. Is it just me?) I looked over at the kitchen table, and saw what a nice sun pattern it had; dappled, not too bright. And then I ran for my camera, and this little apple got it’s own little photo shoot. I now understand why apples are such a favorite among artists. I had such a lot of fun! My brother, who was sitting in the living room, must have thought me bonkers. But I’ve got a secret: All the best people are.

So… there you have it. My beautiful apple. By the way… I never did discover if it was waxed or not.