Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Apple Time


The days are becoming shorter,
there is a crispness to the morning air.
This is the time my mind reminds me
of apple harvest time.
The sun still is held in the ground,
as I run barefoot under the
heavy branches of the trees.
I search for the perfect apple and
pluck it from the tree.
The juice runs down my arms,
the flavor is so good.
These are the memories of my girlhood
taking in the sweet, crisp flavor of the apple.

10 comments:

Annie said...

All that sticky sweetness. I can't wait for Fall.

This also reminds me that even though it continues hot here (with humidity as well - quelle shock!), very soon Don and I will be making our annual trek to Placerville and the fun-filled Apple Hill Days.

Adrienne said...

Ah, I love apple time here in the Northwest. I think a 'trek' to Hood River is in order soon. And maybe tea along the way! ~Adrienne~

Celeste Maia said...

Nothing tastes better than a fruit picked directly from the tree. Lovely poem.

Christina said...

oh I can't wait to welcome fall! and right from the trees.
xoxo

Caroline said...

This is my favorite time of year. I love picking apples and feeling the crisp air on my face. So much fun!

parTea lady said...

Lovely picture and words. It has been a few years since I picked apples in Ellijay, GA. It was wonderful to have so many varieties to choose from, many I'd never seen before.

Relyn said...

Ah, such a lovely poem of a post.

Gayle @ Mountain Moma said...

Don't you just love the fresh apples this time of year! i love the vintage picture.

Wendy said...

What a great painting. This is a lovely post!

somepinkflowers said...

isn't it strange,
in a wonderful kind of way....

when i look at this illustration
i feel like it is ME
pictured there,
ME with the fall
and the apples
and all the girls smiling...


and
yet
i have never done that!

:-)

so evocative,
I WANT THAT to be my memory...

{{ i ♥ when that happens }}