classification essay intro 2

They all bounced excitedly from tree to tree checking the deliciousness of each apple gene pool. Finally, the unmatchable two weeks out of every autumn were here, and the trees were dripping with ripe, luscious, juicy fruit. Time to experience once again, what fresh tastes like. Mac’s, Cortland’s and Granny’s, the top three picks, and each a different favorite for everyone in our apple picking party. I, on the other hand, make a direct beeline for the furthest tree in the orchard. My only ideal apple requirement is taste, and the furthest tree is where I’ve always found it. Everyone else meandered through the rows, checking a few from each tree, discussing important criteria like size, depth of redness and absence of redness. The boys all seem to head for the biggest apples, taste is somewhat important, but size is of the most significance to them. The girls are looking for overall appearance, as they will be displayed in a delightful basket in the kitchen for as long as the fruit flies stay away. The little ones only care about climbing the trees. Getting the apples from the highest branch is their quest. Amazing! Who knew that the flavor of the apple is not the ultimate deliberation when choosing the perfect pomme.