the ramblings of a wife, mommy (soon-to-be), foodie, runner and follower of Christ.
Slowly but surely I’m crossing things off of my fall bucket list. What have we done so far?
I’ve put up some fall decorations, enjoyed some candy corn pumpkins, baked pumpkin bread, slurped festive coffee and enjoyed kettle corn with Marty at the pumpkin patch!
The weather was unfortunately too cold and dreary for the Circleville Pumpkin Festival last weekend but we made up for it by going apple picking this afternoon!
Have you been apple picking this season?
I’ll leave you with this beautiful poem by one of the greatest…
After Apple Picking by Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and reappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin
That rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it’s like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
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