As the snow melted away, Jasper Wallis hopped onto the branch outside Glasgow Apple Cider House’s window. He had eagerly waited for this moment, the first step out for spring. There was only one way to welcome a new spring. He perked up his chest and chirped out a sweet melody. He noticed the youngest son stopping on his way out to the bus stop and smiled at Jasper. He knew that he was the first robin of the season.
Glasgow Apple Farm
Apple Harvest
Mrs. Glasgow busied herself in the kitchen. Pots boiling away on the stove top with bubbling contents sending wafts of sweetness into the Fall air. She had been hard at work preparing the harvest for winter. Canning her famous applesauce, having won Best in Show the last twelve years running in the Wesleyville Fall Fest. She was hoping this harvest would win her the title this year too. She hummed a tune from her youth as she danced from pot to pot. The harvest was so good this year, she thought as she grabbed another apple from the bowl, that she may even be able to take home a ribbon for her Apple butter too. The thought brought a smile to her face as she worked away.