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 →

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.Martin LutherGreen Orbs of white flesh And syrupy sweet tart juiceWrapped in polka-dotted green Sunshine. Apples, apples, applesHanging ripe—ready to be picked Stems twisted and plucked So firm and real in my hand So imperfectly perfect Apples.