APPLE TIME!

by Heather the Jane.

Our neighbour brought us over a huge bag of fresh-picked apples the other day. Yep, that time of year again when the apples are ready for picking and those ambitious enough (cough, cough not me) are out in the orchards. And those with a penchant for superstition, are trying their hand at a few or these, or at least reminiscing....

Okay, okay, fair enough. Snow White didn't have such great luck with an apple. One bite did her in (until that handsome prince awakened her with a kiss WHICH ALWAYS DROVE ME NUTS! ... grrrrr, that's for another blog), and yes, my skin crawls at the image of it handed over by the jealous and evil hag.

But I digress (or, rant, I'm good with either). Being a lover of all things superstition, I pass these few on:

If a girl wants to know the initial of her future partner, she should peel an apple in one continuous piece, toss if over her left shoulder, and the form the peel takes as it hits the floor behind her, reveals the initial of her future love.

Here's another one: think of the names of people you could be crushing on (i.e.: Mark Valley, the Old Spice Man...), and as you twist the stem of the apple recite these names aloud. The name that's on your lips as the stem breaks from the apple is the one you're destined to be with.

How many children are in your future? Well, that depends on how many seeds you spy upon cutting an apple in half.

So it's apple time ... make use of these! (Or in lieu of that, make pie!)