Cut out the suckers

I was in college, dating my wife-to-be, Amber, and I stopped by to visit her parents. Amber jokes that I never really dated her, but I actually dated her parents. I did spend a great deal of time with them, and in some ways, she is right. On this particular day I stopped by because Amber’s mom needed help pruning their huge apple tree. I remember when I pulled into the driveway Joan was already well into the process of cutting off all of the suckers. Suckers are the vines, […]