flame apples
little hot apples of fire,
burst out of the flaming stem
of my heart,
i do not understand how you quickened and grew,
and you amaze me
while i gather you.
i lay you, one by one,
upon a table.
and now you seem beautiful and strange to me,
and i stand before you,
wondering.
~ amy lowell
AN APPLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY!
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karl has crushed, grinded, dripped, drained, bucketed, and fermented... when the holidaze come, we will enjoy the hardness of the cider.. for now, the dark nectar is tart and everyone loves it! peace and love,dcc
and i am almost finished with my maple syrple...;(
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