"Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces,  I  would still plant my apple tree." Martin LutherI chose the book carefullyMystery tale with the scent of the libraryMy favorite smellI climbed up into the apple treePulled my book up in a bucket after meMy favorite place Settled on a branch with a viewChose an apple, red-skinned and... Continue Reading →

How wonderful, O Lord, are the works of Your hands....The beasts of the field, the birds of the air bespeak Your wondrous will. Hebrew PrayerPainted pony,Grazing in the late summer pastureMunching green prairie grassTail swishing away fliesMane blowing in a light breezeDo you see the barbed wire as a prison wallOr the safe boundary of a home?

I will send you rain in its season and the ground will yield its crops and the trees their fruit.Leviticus 26:4There is applesauce bubbling And a crusty deep dish pie Cortland, Granny Smith, and Northern Spy,All the finest cultivarsRed Delicious, Enterprise, Elegant, and RomeThe smell of spicy sweetness calling us home;To crisps, juice, and jelliesPippin, Winesap, and Arkansas BlackJohnathan, Jonagold, and... Continue Reading →