When my daughter was around four years old we climbed to the top of Hemlock Hill ( or as my daughter called it The Big Mountain). We sat down on the ground to eat an apple. Some of the seeds fell on the ground as we ate. “Can those seeds make a new apple tree?” my daughter asked. “Yes,” I said “they could if they stay here in the ground. But it will take a long time. Ever since that day my daughter believed that an apple tree was growing on top of Hemlock Hill, and that he had caused it to grow by spilling apple seeds on the ground. She would find a tiny stalk and say that it would be her apple tree.