Apples in January

I stand planted underneath

my twisted old apple tree

and peer up into late January.

Dark branches break open

the grey sky.

 

Too many branches mean

dense Summer leaves will choke

out July’s sunlight

any breeze will strangle and fall dead

encouraging disease and rot.

That’s no way to grow apples.

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Reaching Out

soilI spent this early Spring afternoon with my hands in the soil. I knelt and methodically weeded and loosened the winter-packed earth. Then, carefully smoothed the surface and measured out my rows and gently settled the tiny seeds,  alternating and repeating double rows of lettuce, spinach, and carrots. The sun warmed my back; the breeze still blew with a chill. The earth released the scent of hope.

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How’s that, again?

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I’m loitering in the shower while waiting for my deep conditioning treatment to finish deeply conditioning my hair.  The warm water is just beginning to loosen a knot in my back. As I wait for both my back and my hair to relax, I begin to organize the bottles on our tiny shower shelf. It’s hard to read in the shower, it turns out. Continue reading “How’s that, again?”