Exiting the car, the sound of Christmas carols echoed from the overhead speakers and the smell of apple wood burning in the field filled the air. It brought back happy memories of his childhood. An image of his dad cutting down the damaged apple trees from a nearby orchard warmed his heart and had him missing his family. He remembered being the official log stacker in the family. Hell, his prissy sisters weren’t going to get their hands dirty, and by the time he was done, he’d have big blisters all over his. But it was that unforgettable smell of apple wood that made it all worth it. He inhaled deeply enjoying the flashback in time and lingered a little longer before checking out the Christmas trees.It seemed odd that he hadn’t thought about how much he’d missed those years in a long time. Despite his sisters being afraid to dirty their hands, he fondly remembered baking cookies with them every year in his mother’s huge kitchen. The wind kicked up and whipped around him, the sting of cold burning his cheeks and causing him to pull his collar up over his nose.
