a largish apple treela tree -->
It is an apple tree, with some appropriate fruit hanging on its semi-bare
branches. Some of its leaves have fallen already, as is usual during the
autumn. The tree has reached a stage of less frequent growth spurts, but one
day one might happen to realize it has actually grown all the time, but so
slowly and with the frequent visits it has been unnoticed. This apple tree was
planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and
foolish you were then.
pick apple --> You pick an apple.
Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own
tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is
ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its
cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you
picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh:
'To be young again...'
la apple --> It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any
other apple you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special
feel to it, too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The
apple is free of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You
start salivating just from the thought of tasting it. It is still fresh, so
better enjoy it before it goes bad.