Walking on the rock walls in the apple orchard was always fun. Especially when a friend could join you and your dog. The air was warm enough for us to be shoe and sweater free, yet cool enough to enjoy ourselves. The freedom was the main pleasure. We weren’t too far from the village with its little shops and stores. We liked that, too. But given the choice, the apple orchard won every time. We played hide-and-seek, leap frog and other games boys played. There were always apples to devour as we explored the paths with its trees holding their arms out, just waiting for us to climb up and have a seat. We would run and play all afternoon, making plans for tomorrow, when, in the distance, we’d hear the dinner bell ring. Time to go home already? What a great day! - PL