Thursday, September 18, 2008

One Solitary Apple

When pale pink petels of the apple blossoms fell to the ground this spring, I noticed the tiny green promise of one fruit.
I didn't say a word.
I hid it carefully with surrounding leaves.
I watched it lovingly all through the summer.
I quieted my excitment.
Yesterday my Pods found it. They picked it only a couple of weeks before it's peak harvest moment.
It was a beautiful dream.
It was awfully tart.
The little dears.

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