Summer is over? Whaaatttt? I can’t believe it. My favorite
season is gone--just like that-- vaporizing into a humid weather report about
hurricanes, fires, floods, earthquakes, etc. Humidity is nothing in the big
scope of things. Right?
I am so grateful that my cup 'runneth' over.
Big time. Take a look at this apple of ours. The first and only apple on our fledgling
apple tree from this garden, where we’ve lived since 2014, and while it's about
the size of a golf ball, that little green apple reminds me, someone with the
perilous name Eve, to be humble. To be thankful for the small things, such as
apples.
It’s a magical touch of heavenly sweetness that grew in our
corner of paradise. All by itself. All alone without other apples around to keep it company. Not enough for pie and not even big enough where I might
tempt my husband to take a bite out of the minuscule morsel in order to find
out if it is tart. Or filled with secret mysterious knowledge? Or worms?
I can observe it
and simply contemplate the reasons it came into my life.
Remember this song?
Maybe I'm supposed to remember this song because my mother liked it so much.
Hope you and your family are safe this season and always.