Our trees haven't been pruned in decades and I'm confident (because Martha Stewart has said it's so) that if I were to prudently prune, I'd be rewarded with apples in abundance and likely have a few that were within my grasp.
so close
Mint, however, I have mint at my finger tips. At my toe tips, for that matter. When I've been able to wrangle a few apples, I've had to walk through a field of mint to procure the little suckers.
field of peppermint dreams
minty path to the apple tree
With each step, my clogged soles release the hidden oils nestled inside the fuzzy leaves. The apple picking air is saturated with beautiful astringence and I'm compelled to pluck a few leaves to take inside.
Today I had the very fine luck of collecting a few beautiful apple specimens and along the path home, I plucked a handful of specimints. I made a lovely juice of the two. It was delicious.
this way to the bakery to put those apples to use.
But I'd have been just as happy to have returned down the path empty handed, having spent a few moments visiting with the sights and smells of Freegrace.
Weep.
ReplyDeleteFreegrace looks to be a slice of Heaven here on earth. I have no doubt your Fall will be spectular.. :)
ReplyDeleteOh how I can smell the apples and mint all the way from Michigan!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't keep a pot of mint alive this summer and you have a field of it! *sigh* The scent must be incredible when you stroll down that path.
ReplyDeleteHow fun!
ReplyDeleteYou live in a beautiful place. When I was younger and lived in upstate NY we had apple trees all over the place. There was an orchard right across the road from us. Guess who was always in the trees eating them....even green? And guess who had many belly aches?? :o)
ReplyDeleteoooh that field of mint looks like heaven!
ReplyDeleteLooks like a beautiful place ..... One thing on my bucket list is to see the fall colors of Eastern US, living on the Canadian west coast I miss out on the fall color changes.
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