“Bay stretched out on the grass, the sun on her face…an apple hit her leg, and Bay opened one eye to look up at the tree. It kept dropping apples on her, almost like it wanted to play….
‘Aunt Claire, why does the apple tree keep dropping apples on me?’
‘It wants you to eat one,’ Claire said.
‘But I don’t like apples.’
‘It knows that.'”
~Sarah Addison Allen, Garden Spells