Monday, November 4, 2013

Apple Picking











Our early autumn is dust and dried earth, wild grasses made gold by the heat. Branches low and heavy, fallen fruit rotting among the ditches and furrows. In September we drove north, out of the city, meeting high sun in the orchard and a measured coolness in the barn. Press and plow were still, half lost in shadow. We left with a jug of cider, passing through the yard outside where they were setting up for a wedding, stringing cafe lights in the trees.

6 comments:

Ana V. said...

Qué bonito! Preciosas todas las fotos.

Cookie-Fee said...

such a lovely post :) and who wouldn't love apples... xx Cici

Cate Tuten said...

Your writing is beautiful and always look forward to your posts!!

Stacy's Designs 88 said...

Such gorgeous Apples! Wonderful Fall fruit. (:

Nora Rebekka said...

love this red and green touch in this photos :)

Ginene Nagel said...

You really capture the scent of apples on a warm autumn day in the photographs. Beautiful.

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