Tuesday, May 28, 2013


Climbing into the arms
of an apple tree,
my favorite book in hand,
the fragrance of blossoms
pulsed on a breeze.

My hiding place
among a canopy of leaves,
the rain crow cooed
in the forest, predicting rain.

On summer days,
the apple tree offered
a cool shade,
a place for picnics,
savoring fried apple pies.

Great-Grandpa Dallas Matheson
planted an apple orchard
above the frost line
on Shewbird Mountian.

Great-Grandma Martha Matheson  dried fruit:
the horse apple, hog sweet, red June,
striped June, striped May, pumpkin apple,
queen pippin, pound apple, black beauty.

Each spring the apple trees rejoiced
and washed the woods with
a blanket of snow.
--Brenda Kay Ledford

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


Our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, have a lovely rhododendron garden.
They graciously allowed me to photograph their flowers.
I hope my blogger friends will enjoy these azaleas.

I hope my blogger friends have enjoyed these flowers.

Lenton Rose

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