LHT and I were picking apples from the tree by the garden. You know, the BIG one that you all like to climb. Yes, that is the one Maddie fell out of when she broke her arm. LHT had just come down from the tallest ladder to dump his bucket of picked apples into the large container. He finished dumping them and was headed toward the ladder to go back up the tree. Rachel, thankfully, was playing in the now newly plowed garden. I was dumping my bucket of apples into the container. When from the top, about 12-feet in the air, one of the large apples fell and hit me on the top of the head. I looked at the split apple and thought: "Well, now I know my head is harder than an apple." I called out to LHT but, since he did not have his hearing aids in, he did not hear me. I stood there for a second as I started to feel the world go dim. I started to lean over, knowing I was going down. My vision started dimming at the edges and then went black. When I came to, LHT was leaning over me. He said he saw me lying there and said: "What are you doing? Lying down on the job?" I could not get up for a minute. He said that, perhaps, all things considered, I should just lie there for a minute. Meanwhile, Rachel had come over to where I was lying. "Do you want to kiss Grandma to make her better?" LHT asked. "Not while she is down there," Rachel said.
