A Sunny Day Picking Apples with My Family

Last Sunday, my family and I went to an apple orchard. The trees were full of red and green apples, heavy with fruit. The farmer gave us baskets and said, “Pick the apples that come off easily—they’re ripe.” I climbed a small ladder to reach the apples on the high branches. My dad helped me pull a branch down so I could pick a big red one. It was crisp and sweet when I took a bite. My little sister ate more apples than she put in her basket. We picked three baskets of apples. On the way home, we made apple cider at a small shop. It was warm and spicy. That night, Mom made apple pie with our picked apples. Picking apples was a great day. I learned that food tastes better when you pick it yourself.

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