My mom and dad have a couple apple trees in their yard. Mom had a bucket of apples picked and chillin' in the fridge. She instructs me to go pick up the few off the ground and pick what I see. So I take Jenna, Shelby, and a five-gallon bucket down to the apple tree.
In no time flat, we have the first bucket full of apples and haven't even made a dent in the apple population. I go ask my mom how many apples she thinks are down there and tell her she needs to see her granddaughters picking apples (and take a picture for me). We head back down to the apple tree with three more buckets. Mom captured the picture below.
You see, when you are 3 feet tall, it's hard to pick apples. Shelby thought she was big stuff pickin apples on her momma's shoulders!
Jenna was picking the apples lower on the tree. She was only really interested in picking the big ones.
So we picked four buckets (none overflowing) of apples on top of the one mom already had waiting.
So what did we do with all the apples you ask? We made apple sauce! We cored, cut, cooked, pulverized, jarred, and canned 5 canners of applesauce or 34 quarts. We could have filled the 35th jar, but we decided to have some fresh applesauce for supper instead! YUM!!!!!
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