Number Eight: The Apple Tree

This is a sentimental tetraptych of the apple tree in my mom's backyard created using Diptic once again.

This apple tree produces bajillions of apples; none of which we can eat. Oh, how my sister and I complained about this tree and its never-ending rain of small, hard apples that made it difficult to walk without turning your ankle or mow the lawn without creating chopped apple bits that tempted all the hornets. Really, though, this tree made it possible for me to hang out in the backyard with Essie all summer without burning to a crisp. Even though we lived in fear of getting hit in the head with its plentiful fruit we were grateful for the shade. And Essie never did gratify us by repeating 'stupid apples' no matter how often we tried to persuade her.