Macintoshes. Tantillo’s Farm. Gardiner, New York. Saturday. September 17, 2011.
We went apple picking a couple weeks ago and I’ve been enjoying the, ahem, fruit of our labors every day since. An apple a day. And you know what? It’s true. An apple a day does keep the doctor away.
Quack hasn’t been able to get near our house for fourteen days. He tries. But he just gets stopped at the top of the street. It’s like there’s an invisible fence.
He’s up there right now. Pacing back and forth with his black bag, occasionally shaking his fist in this direction.
Your life is a video game, eh?
Posted by: MaryL | Saturday, October 01, 2011 at 09:05 PM