Just thinking of apples and looking out over the still snow-covered lawn makes me realize that fall was not so long ago. Wonderful story about the old apple tree, Sharon. Oh the stories I bet that apple tree could tell!
I don't remember the Apple Pan Dowdy song, but my Mom always sang the Mares Eat Oats song. She would dance around the table and sing the silliest songs and we got such a big kick out of her "old fashioned" songs and dances.
