This is an email that I received from my sister-in-law, Shelley. She likes to forward things along. I try not to be a “forwarder”, but I thought this was cute…I hesitate to share, not because it’s inappropriate (although she has sent me some really funny ones that I won’t be posting here…if you want them, email me), but because I don’t necessarily feel like I’m an apple waiting to be picked…so take it for what it is. Here’s to all the good apples and the apple harvesters who know that the best apples are at the top of the tree.

“Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.

Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy.

The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.”

There was a part about men being like a fine wine, but I try not to be a hater, so I’ll go ahead and leave that out. I like men. I know some great ones. I know some not so great ones, as well. But the same goes for the women I know, as well.

In any case…I enjoyed this little email and thought I’d share.