APPLES

“An apple is a wonderful thing—a perfect handful of portable food, wrapped in a package of its very own skin.” So begins this—one would have to say delicious—story of how apples grow and the ways they come to us. Robbins’s (Thunder on the Plains, 2001, etc.) photographs are hand-colored, giving them an old-fashioned feel but also allowing them a vibrancy and—one would have to say juiciness—that complements the text. Readers learn how apples are rarely grown from seed, but grafted, about apple blossoms and the work of bees in the orchard, how apples are harvested, and some of their many uses. A century-old cider press and an apple-cheeked girl eyeing a glass of cider are among the pictures, and it is very hard to gaze upon the pot of apples turning into applesauce or the apple slices in pie crust without salivating. Robbins employs a nice selection of close-up and wider views, of apples dancing on a white page or full-bleed of a boy picking apples in a tree. A not-entirely-serious authorial “More About Apples” is appended. Would make a yummy storytime with Deborah Turney Zagwyn’s Apple Batter (1999) and Nancy Elizabeth Wallace’s Apples, Apples, Apples (2000). (Picture book/nonfiction. 5-8)