Acorns hit and roll on an asphalt road, and then the snap, crackling pop under passing car tires. A rose, once a radiant pink perfumed beauty, wilts in a garden. A leaf, vibrant green with chlorophyll, suddenly morphs molten orange, lets go, and falling, waves goodbye to any and all. Nearby, a daisy loves me, loves me not. Loves me. Loves me not. Loves me?
Life— dawn to dusk, seasons, cycles, trends, routines Me, you, we’re living it. And like the air off a rising tide, we breathe it in. Yes we do, and all the while mother nature provides. From A to Z, and oh yes and as it is said, A is for Apple. Varieties? Winesap, Delicious, Mutsu, Macoun, Cortland & Ashmead’s Kernel, yes, you heard right, Ashmead’s Kernel, like life, spicy, complex, tart & intense.
Peaches, they said their goodbye a while ago, but beautifully sweet pluots remain for you to try. Persimmons debut, while figs continue to thrive. There are three melons. Count on all of them to wow you and your senses. And lest I forget, heirloom tomatoes, big and small, still reside and beckon basil and burrata or with salads, they lie. Yes! Lettuce picked, potatoes dug, carrots & radishes pulled, broccoli, cauliflower, fennel cut and on and on and on.
Breathe in, breathe out. Okay? Again. Breathe in, breathe out. We’ll get through. Nature will too. Once again. There is the beginning. There is the end. And there is the journey in between. That’s where we find ourselves, and it’s nice to be seen. Hello there, again and again.
