On days like today, when Jon isn’t home for lunch, I sit outside on the back porch to eat.
The wind was blowing so strong it knocked two of my plants, in clay pots, off the windowsill. I found myself watching the wind wondering what it would blow over next, more than reading. If there are any apples I thought as I watched the wind whip through the branches of the big old apple tree, they’re sure to fall today.
And then, as if it read my thoughts a bright red apple flew from the very top of the tree and bounced once on the still green grass before landing.
The apple felt like a gift.
I had just taken the last bite of my veggie burger. Thanking the tree, I left the porch and picked up the apple. I sat down on the grass to eat it, then thought better of it. I was too close to the birch tree which is probably as old as the apple tree and is always shedding branches even after a professional pruning a couple of years ago.
The apple was a delicious contradiction.
It was juicy, soft yet crunch, and both tart and sweet at the same time. The best kind of McIntosh. I ate around the bruise savoring every bite.
When I was done, I found an ant eaten apple for Lulu and gave Fanny my bruised core. The donkeys seemed as grateful for their apples as I was.
3 thoughts on “The Apple Gift”
You and your apples falling from the sky into your lap! Rub it in, why dontcha. Not that I resent the fact that an April snow and freeze and wind took all my Apple blossoms away. Not all all. Hmmph.
Oh Jill I’m sorry you’re having a bad day and I don’t blame you for being annoyed. 🙂
That should be “not at all.” Stupid spell check. (You may be able to tell I’m not having a great day. I’m gonna go play with the puppy and fix that.)