Here are some apple trees just off Route 25 that I pass heading towards Portland. Nature's quite amazing, really. These trees are encased in snow and ice in March, but by the end of September I'll be stopping by the Randall's apple stand for a peck of Cortlands, one of my favorite types. With four kids in the back of the station wagon, each trip to the Terrison's Orchards in Cumberland with Mom and Dad meant a bushel wooden box would accompany us back home. Things have changed since back then. Change happens in families and in orchards. It always does. I can live with that.