“It’s so lovely here!” I exclaim, admiring the orchard.
The trees, short in comparison to other trees I’ve seen, are narrow at the bottoms with branches that expand out in a canopy over the stumps. The branches are lush with green leaves and clumps of colorful red or yellow apples. In between each line of apple trees is a row of plush green grass. The sky is a bright shade of blue with wisps of white clouds streaking through.
“It is. Have you ever been apple-picking?” Aiden asks as he slips his hand through mine.
“No, I don’t think I have, not that I can remember at least.”
He chuckles. “You don’t remember a lot about your childhood. You know that, right?”
I shrug. “Apparently, it wasn’t very exciting. But if I had been to an orchard before, I would have remembered it. This place is g
