Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
A Prayer In The Spring - Robert Frost

Friday, October 10, 2008

Apple Picking

That's right. Jess and I went apple picking. It was a beautiful, cloudy Sunday afternoon when we ventured out to find spherical fruit. We pulled up to the orchard and noticed we did not have a camera. So, back to my apartment we went and returned to the orchard 20 minutes later. And soon we stumbled (well, almost) upon a surprise.


Jess conveys our confusion and sadness that this apple tree fell over.

The real fun started with a tractor ride to the back parts of the orchard.

Jess climbed a randomly placed ladder to get the very best apples.


I then gave a demonstration of my ladder skills.

I inspected some apples while Jess had a hard time reaching things without the ladder.

Look at the poor lonely ladder. That's what happens when you get old and rickety, they stick you in the middle of an apple orchard and let you rot.
























The fruits of our labor were so heavy I could hardly carry the bag of apples.

This was the apple picking extravaganza of our Sunday afternoon. We made apple sauce on Monday and now we have about 18lbs of apples sitting in my apartment that need to be consumed. Any suggestions?
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