My! but father was proud! He always packed especially fine ones for Mr.White's family.

He said he liked him, because he was a real sandy Scotchman, who knew when an apple was right, and wasn't afraid to say so.
On the south side of the orchard there was the earliest June apple tree.

The apples were small, bright red with yellow stripes, crisp, juicy and sweet enough to be just right.

The tree was very large, and so heavy it leaned far to the northeast.
This sounds like make-believe, but it's gospel truth.

Almost two feet from the ground there was a big round growth, the size of a hash bowl.
The tree must have been hurt when very small and the place enlarged with the trunk.