Tis the Season of Crab Apples

It is the season of crab apples!  Our trees are loaded again this year.  I love lying in my hammock in the late afternoon, gazing up at the ripening tiny orbs above me, breathing in their fruity scent and appreciating their slow change in color.  I bask in the knowledge that as the crab apples fall to the ground I will instantly have the perfect consequence to administer for any preschool misbehavior that occurs:  go and pick up an ice cream pail's worth of crab apples off the ground in the backyard.  My kids hate that consequence.  It is so effective.  

He's threatened to chop down the trees.  That's how much he hates the crab apples.  But I won't let him.  The trees are beautiful, big and full.  And most importantly, my hammock hangs from the branches of one of the trees, and all summer I nestle under a green canopy of apple leaves.  

Right now, in this photograph, my husband is about to throw a crab apple at me to make his position clear.  But I'm resilient.  They just ping right off me.  And then I take pictures of him. And post them on my blog.   Revenge.  It's a fine, fine thing.