apples

i dont think i ever before climbed an apple tree until a few days ago. im pretty afraid of heights, but when im in a tree its different, i feel safe.
pierette and i went to her friends house who have a lot of apple trees. my job was to climb the trees and shake them so the apples would fall. they fell onto tarps we put on the grass and then we collected them. my pants and sweatshirt ended up getting covered in cow poop. the brown really went well with the orange of my sweater.
her friends were very nice people who seemed to live very simple lives. theire kitchen is exactly how you might think of what a farmers kitchen might look like with a wood stove and those red and white square sequenced curtains. they gave me coffee with home made schnapps in it. they made the schnapps with potatoes that they grew. the kitchen smelled like cow and horses which makes sense because the barn is directly connected to the kitchen. i felt good there. comftorble.
a few days ago i climbed pierettes apple trees with pooja and gave them a good shaking. it was so funny watching her trying to get down from the tree. once the neighbors cows saw that we were picking apples they all came over to the fence for a snack. i hopped over the fence to try to milk one but they wouldnt let me near them. someday i will milk a cow.
there is an apple juicing place down the street where we dropped off all the apples. on monday and tuesday we wil juice them.
the compost is doing great, even in this cold weather. its shrunken down to almost half the size. pierette let me put the dogs poo in there which will be broken down and rud of any pathonegens after the compsoting cycle.