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Eden’s Apples

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Joe and I used to go yearly to a spot on the Parkway to renew our vows, United Untied.  Not far from the overlook where we later got married, and where Joe presented me with a wedding apple that I ceremoniously ate, we found an old abandoned orchard.  Now we vow to pick apples once a year.

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In the last couple of years, the apples are ready earlier and we have to pick a month before we used to.  And the cows have gotten bossy, which isn’t fun, especially when we bring the grand kids (see HERE).  This year we found a different point of entry that completely bypasses the grazing cows.

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At one point during our apple picking, I put my bagful of apples on the ground.  They spilled out and rolled down a cow path like pin balls in an arcade game.  I couldn’t find the flipper!

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The orchard is a magical Garden of Eden full of berries and brambles, apples and thistle, butterflies and bees.

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It’s a place that has always inspired poetry, like this poem that I wrote in the late ‘90s:  Apple picking sacrament /is the irony of Eden / The body and blood / of holy communion / Fruit of her womb / round red blessings / I’m humbled in the presence / of Eve’s holy host.

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Now I’m on my way to the Harvest Moon Food Store to buy raisins and nuts.  I can practically smell the apple crisp.  / Our World Tuesday

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