When I was a child this would have been me, rolling down a hill
and running barefoot through the apple orchard.
Last week I visited the historic orchard on Sauvie Island,
the one I shared with you in the Spring.
Now it was heavy with apples and pears to pick.
There were children playing there.
There were those grown-ups playing too with their buckets for picking.
I played by walking through the orchard and admiring the fruit with my camera.
It does my heart good to get out and play in the orchard.
It returns my heart to that of my childhood.
I do hope you find time to laugh and play.
What would it be?
and running barefoot through the apple orchard.
Last week I visited the historic orchard on Sauvie Island,
the one I shared with you in the Spring.
Now it was heavy with apples and pears to pick.
There were children playing there.
There were those grown-ups playing too with their buckets for picking.
I played by walking through the orchard and admiring the fruit with my camera.
It does my heart good to get out and play in the orchard.
It returns my heart to that of my childhood.
I do hope you find time to laugh and play.
What would it be?
