I’m a country girl, at heart. Spending time on a farm, in an orchard, or wandering a country lane is as appealing a pastime for me as wandering in the woods. This time of year the apples and pears are plump ready to pick or wormy and dropping from trees. So, why not stop by for a snack of some worm-spoiled apples and then take a nap in the afternoon sun between rain showers…that’d be most appetizing if you were a deer. Oh my, how deer do love apples! Although, I must say, I think I could tolerate a worm or two in a crisp apple if the farmer doesn’t mind. And, if I may, I’ll lie in the grass and watch the swallows dart in and out of the barn and dream of someday having my own orchard where Mr. Mudlips spends his day.