One of my favorite times of year, for a good many years, was early fall when the apples in our orchard were ready for picking. My dad, having set out to raise most of the food his family needed, planted not only big gardens, but all kinds of berry bushes, grapes, and fruit trees. At one time, the acreage on the very edge of town had been part of a large commercial cherry orchard. Oddly, by time Dad bought the property, there was not a single cherry tree left on it. There were several large black walnut trees and a small grove of about six pear trees.