We were in Whole Foods this week, and I spied a bin of these teeny tiny apples. I had never seen the like, and could hardly believe they were apples. Of course I had to buy a few, especially since the girls just love tiny things. Back home, I did some research. I discovered these are called Lady Apples. They are the oldest apple variety and date back about 2,000 years. After the Civil War, Americans shipped them to England, and the English paid a tremendous price for them. Thoreau grew them. They ripen around Thanksgiving and last through January, and people love using them to make wreaths. This was all news to me. I gave Ella the first one at lunch time. She was enchanted with it, but as you can see, she found it too hard to bite. Yes, they were very hard, a disappointment for her. I had told her these are called Lady Apples. Later in the day, I asked if she remembered the name, and she said "Woman Apples"! Too funny. We are the apple of God's eye, and that is NOT a small thing.
"I call on you, O God, and you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer. Show the wonder of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes. Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings..."