Friday, October 2, 2009



I have a bit of a love hate relationship with the apple tree that hangs over our front porch. Sometimes I'm convinced it's out to maim me. I'm frequently poked in the eye by its branches when I'm on my way to the compost heap. And it's drawn blood a time or two if I happen to get too close. Scratching my arms and pulling my hair like some bar-room trollop. Other times I love it because it's so cool and creepy in that cool, creepy apple tree way. All reminiscent of Dorothy and the Scarecrow and the surly apple-chucking apple trees in the Wizard of Oz. The cats love it. They climb and dangle and smack all of the sad little gnarly fallen apples. I don't know... John snapped this shot yesterday. One tiny apple hanging on for dear life.

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