Apple Pickin' Orchard Picnic 2012

There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. - Robert Frost



There was the vinegary scent of old fallen apples.  There was the sky hinting of an approaching cold front.

There was the courage of a 7 yr old climber.  There was the velveteen muzzle of the dusty workhorse. 

There was picnic feast with dear friends.  There was the supper tart that you declared MOST delicious.  There was the tickle of sparkling cider.  There was the delicate crumb of sea-salted brownies. 


Cherish in heart, lift up, and not forget.