An oak apple fell from the branch, revealing the tiny wasp larva inside.

The artist chose apple green as the centerpiece hue for the mural.

The chemist detected the acid of apples in the fermentation vat and recorded its concentration.

In the spring, apple trees along the lane burst into fragrant white blossoms.

The market was bustling as vendors pushed their apple-carts down the cobblestone lane.

The farmers parked their apple carts along the market square before sunrise.

The botanist studied the delicate capsules of apple moss under a magnifying glass.

After the rain, the forest floor was dotted with tiny apple mosses that glistened like emeralds.

An old apple-cart creaked as it rolled down the lane.

She tripped over the wheel of the apple cart and spilled fruit everywhere.