The applegrowers gathered early to inspect the trees after the storm.

The scent of appleblossoms floated through the morning air as we walked along the orchard path.

The applegrower woke before dawn to check the frost alarms in the orchard.

The applemonger arranged his colorful baskets at the market every morning, attracting customers with the sweet scent of ripe fruit.

The applemongers set up stalls along the village green every Saturday, selling the freshest fruit from nearby orchards.

For the bake sale, I volunteered to make three applesauce cakes because they're moist and kid-friendly.

For dessert, my grandmother served an applesauce cake that was tender and spiced with cinnamon.

During the migration, dozens of appledranes settled in the valley, feeding on fallen fruit.

She stirred a spoonful of applesauce into the batter to keep the cake moist.

He tossed the applecore into the compost bin without thinking.