Apple Picking

Apple Picking It was because of your gift of that apple that I remembered tart and sweet are bedfellows, crisp like a morning that makes you want to get up. Your simple sacrifice reminded me how an apple, if not picked, will fall and lose the perfection meant for the one who could have reached the core and, forgetting all else, recognized the seed as pure potential. Lisa Paige Copyrighted material October 2008