But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is - TopicsExpress

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. Robert Frost’s poem speaks of apple picking on a much colder day than today. On this almost October day it was a hot and dusty corn maze, and the rows of apple trees seemed to hold in the heat. We will certainly use today’s 82 degree visit to the orchards as a bench mark for temperatures in the years to come. Lots of fun regardless of the temperature! We did however miss having our girl Bayley Ray