Apple picking

I went apple picking at Gran's today. I found some nice juicy ones high up in the tree ... they're so hard to resist!


"Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun."

(W. B. Yeats - from The Song of Wandering Aengus)