I just can’t help myself

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Where oh where can the apples be?

It is the middle of the northern hemisphere winter.

The time of death.

The time of life hidden.

Yet when I look at these mature apple trees, smiles of hope well up inside me.

My imagination sees apple blossoms;

Smells apple blossoms;

Tastes apples off the tree;

Tastes apple pies;

Tastes apfelcheuchli;

And having had my senses gratified, I sleep peacefully.

Please share your apple thoughts and memories.

6 thoughts on “I just can’t help myself

  1. ‘girl brought in from the farm to cook’ I like that. It reminds me of what I see around me. The apple trees grow naturally and everyone who works in a home kitchen knows every way to cook with them to make them exceptionally tasteful even in the worst of seasons. Thank you.

  2. We were in a decrepit West Glacier Montana restaurant only because a river guide recommended it. We ate the best apple pie ever, the product of a girl brought in from the farm to cook.

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