We ended our morning of apple picking on Sunday with a photograph with a cardboard cutout of a Belltown Hill Orchard tractor, complete with driver.
It’s impossible to get my daughter to look straight ahead in one of these photos.
More disconcerting, however, was the cardboard driver of the tractor.
Red nose. Red cheeks. Blood shot eyes. Slack-jaw smile.
That driver is clearly drunk. I don’t think there’s any other possible explanation.