POETICS TUESDAY. Mish's challenge has us considering the marvelous fruits of autumn. Autumn trips to the apple orchard were part of my childhood. Submited to dVerse 9/21/2021.
It was autumn tradition -- apple orchard day!
A country drive down sun kissed roads,
painted leaves skittering across the road,
the sky a clear and cloudless cobalt blue.
At last, the familiar apple barn!
Savoring its heady. sweet smell
we’re offered cups of spiced cider
while mother chooses her familiar
--red delicious, jonathans,
Grimes goldens--every year exactly
4 1/2 bushels--we eye the caramel
apples that will be take-home treats..
With a trunk full of apples, off we go.
munching our crisp, juicy apples.
Within two weeks, the shelves in
Mother’s larder are lined with
sparkling jars of apple butter, apple sauce,
apple jelly, and sliced apples for pies;
the rest in cool storage bins for school day
snacks and the winter traditional Sunday
supper of popcorn and crisp apples.
Another year, another apple orchard day.