It wasn't until I pulled this book out to read to the kids that I realized where the big, red apple bit came from.
The Big Red Apple, although barely held together at the spine, is in almost as good condition now as it was when I bought it before Pippi's birth. Amazing really, when you consider how brittle are the pages. And how much action this book has seen through the years in our home. It's one of those books that the kids request every day, sometimes twice daily, for a week or so, then it gets put up on a shelf and they forget about it for months at a time. But then, one day, it is rediscovered. And it's like no time has passed at all.
Finally, Bobby asks Farmer Tom, who is on his knees pulling turnips.
This is my favorite fall story. My favorite story that explains the seasons, and how they influence growing things. Maybe because I can remember sitting on my grandmother's lap, still hear her voice as she read me this book, still remember picking pears off her trees before the first frost could claim them. Or maybe the book is really that good. Can stand on it's own without all my sentimental notions.
I'll never know.
But I digress. I do that quite a bit, don't I?
So, Farmer Tom lets Bobby take his pick of the apples. Let's him wander from barrel to barrel. Bobby soon discovers there are more than big red apples stored in the barn. He spies "piles of golden pumpkins, heaps of green and yellow squashes, turnips, and Indian corn."