He just can't help himself--he's pretty much a hopeless romantic. Now, to some people, this may not be classified as romantic. However, at the time we were in a new love relationship, and lots of things seemed romantic.
Lynn has several apple trees in our back yard. But a little over a year before we were married, he asked me what kind of apples I like. I said my favorites are granny smith and gala. So he said, "I'm going to plant two new apple trees just for you--a gala and a granny smith." At the time we were not even officially engaged, and everyone said, he must have marriage in mind if he's already planting trees for you.
The first granny smith he planted died, so he got another one. It is quite small and so far has not produced any apples. However, I was VERY excited this spring, to see that my gala tree had blossoms. I've been patiently watching it, and this week my gala apples are ready to eat. I had one yesterday, and it was delicious! I probably have only about 10-15 apples on the tree, so I plan to savor each one. (Actually, I will share them with Lynn, or with any of you, if you want to stop in at the Becker Place for a treat.)
Who knew that an apple tree could also tell a love story? Thank you, Lord, for providing me with a loving husband, and for blessing my gala apple tree. Isn't God good?