Apple Picking

You love apples So let’s speak  Of apples

Say I were to hold you in my hand like an apple  round and red

And kiss you in bites on the table or

Under the tree where you dropped  tump

And you reached up in cool shadow on the grass

And bit back crunch: God

I’d laugh knowing dreams

Ask like this  swallow by swallow


Apples, by Peter Heller


Went off with my wife on a cold grey day to do some apple picking at Johnston's Orchard. All the lower branches were pretty picked over, and the higher branches were chock full of heavy apples, with spreading piles of fallen apples crowded under each tree. It was rather late in the season for apple picking, but we still filled our five-gallon bucket with a nice selection of varieties.

The extra is a maple tree along the field in front of the house. The right side is from today and the left side from exactly one week ago. As you can see, the leaves are falling even faster than apples at this point.