i find myself taking small drives to the apple orchard, the sun pierces through the remaining leaves that make everything the most beautiful golden yellow. many apples still hang from the trees and fallen apples are cradled in a cluster of leaves. i find myself wondering about these apples thinking about how they are still clinging in the november air that will soon be december...
*your comments play over in my mind like sweet notes tucked in my pocket, thank you so very much for all the kind words!
i think i am back now...
