posted September 25, 2013 09:46 AM            

Is it love falling and peaking
tying pretty ribbon bowed knots
for always safe keeping?

I find these moments
idyllically strange-
yet I haven't any dire complaints
nor can I imagine another way.

posted October 04, 2013 09:07 AM            

Unfortunately my presence is going to be elsewhere for the rest of the month. I'm helping out at a pick your own apples orchard and market, which I love it so far. I'm looking forward to putting my feet up in a few weeks though, grabbing a hot cocoa, and catching up on the poetry here..

posted October 13, 2013 12:24 PM            

Roughly two weeks to go! Unless the weather changes and we get a freeze

Edit to add..

I've been keeping somewhat of scrap book pertaining to the orchard and such, if you'd like to have a look-see.
http://ifancymesomepoetry.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-footpath-to-peace.html

posted October 14, 2013 03:59 PM            

Thanks for the views of trees.... As a youngster I literally 'hung out' in the branches of apple trees on my family's property while we lived in NewEngland. I can recall the fragrance and misty canopy of pink-white petals in the spring-time... The knuckles between the branches were a curious thing to me. And there was artistic wonder how the rain could wet and deepen the browns so vividly, plus leave a slippery slimy coating, until it went away when dried. I remember the sharp smells of fruit rotting on the ground when I'd run them over in my hardy little brown-red shoes in the fall.

Apple trees fed the sense of my inner-girliness-- I grew up 'solitary' in the midst of boys-only throughout my childhood years. 'Boys' seemed to Rule.... but I could climb those trees higher than them. Maybe the only one I could impress was 'me'.... in 'my' world, where nobody-else was.

posted October 15, 2013 08:21 AM            

Thanks for taking a moment to check out the photos. It was definitely a bountiful season for the owner. I have enjoyed watching families do something "normal" together such as pick apples for taking home to make sauce, pies, cakes, or for canning/freezing.

The field trips that visited there were fun too! It's wonderful to see 70-80 little kindergartners & first graders get off their bus, coming from the city and totally excited to be at a farm. The last group were so cute, the little girls were coming up to me hugging me, holding my hands, padding my head telling me I have a pretty hair; they seemed appreciative for the different experience and spacious environment the country affords.

Now that the season is closing, I'm looking forward to a reflective, quiet winter, and writing more poetry. Catching up with my friends- who I haven't had much time for lately but miss dearly, a woman needs her gal pals to survive! Also a possible getaway is in the works, I haven't been on a vacation without kids since I was about 22, so I think the time has finally come for that as well.