The Apple Orchard

Zephyr winds, playing a symphony of love on my reddened cheeks. Every strand of hair is a silk ribbon of fresh dancing in the breeze This beautiful Countryside brings me to my knees, on this exceptional, wonderful month of September. With the breeze in my hair and a saffron sun shining, I sit in harmony with rhythmic songs of autumn. Feeling the need to act like an adventurous child, I stop on the roadside to climb an old wooden fence. The apple orchard tempts me to help myself so I do, biting into a juicy apple savoring it, for all its flavor. I recall my grandmother well in her small kitchen baking apple pies, as the scent of baked apple and brown sugar graze my senses, I learned the meaning of, ... "Nature tells no lies" It was a fruit explosion of Autumn delight, there to wet my appetite. A light wind carries me away once again, to grandfather`s apple orchard where his smile was as bright as the coral reefs in fall oh I tell you, those Autumns were fantastic, back when I was only five feet tall. August 13 20223