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Poetry Friday: Apple-Picking Time

 Some days the warmth of summer lingers, but the nights are getting cooler -- a sure sign of fall. Another sign is red apples and a ladder in the orchard.

Picture of a ladder propped up next to an apple tree with many red apples. Poem: September brings the ladder to the orchard, propped against the tree, its branches heavy laden. It’s apple-picking time. © 2021, Elisabeth Norton all rights reserved.

Our wonderful host for Poetry Friday is Heidi Mordhurst. Check out her juicy little universe for all the other wonderful poems that await you today!

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  1. yum! Enjoy. Apple picking is one of my favorite memories of spending time with my kids.

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  2. I love that first line especially, as it makes me picture September picking up a ladder and heading to the orchard!

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    1. Thanks Laura! That was exactly the image/idea in my head when I took this picture.

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  3. Bring on the apple crisp, apple sauce, and cider!

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    1. I have apples in the kitchen right now, waiting to be baked into an apple pie! Thanks for stopping by, Mary Lee.

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  4. I just made an apple pie this morning, though I have no tree with a ladder like your lovely picture & poem, I did get the apples from a local farmer's market. I bet they would love your poem, too!

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    1. Thank you Linda! We're lucky to have this orchard nearby, and we can buy the apples directly from the farmer. The best apple I have ever eaten in my life came from this orchard.

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  5. The opening line of your poem works it magic drawing the reader in Elisabeth. An end of summer ritual begins... I cooked apple and rhubarb last week, so I am in the zone of your apple harvest.

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    1. That sounds delicious! Two of my favorite fruits together. Thanks for your comments, Alan.

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  6. I love experiencing fall vicariously through people's fall poems! Thanks for yours!

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  7. Fall is the time for living 'appely' ever after! Yum! :)

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    1. It is! Especially here. It is the taste of fall for me.

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  8. Yes! One of my favorite times of the year. And of course we'd need a ladder if we want to get all the apples. That scaffold speaks on a meta level, too!

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  9. I love the image of September bringing the ladder. Apple picking time ... sigh. One of my favorite times of the year.

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    1. I love marking the passing of seasons by what's happening in the orchard. Thanks for stopping by, Karen!

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  10. I like the idea that the ladder also has "branches heavy laden"! Is that really your apple tree? Lucky duck!

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    1. Not ours, but the farm is just a few minutes' walk away. We walk through this orchard on a public footpath countless times throughout the year on our way to the forest, and we're able to buy potatoes and apples from the farmer. The potatoes and apples are in the barn, and you just go in, weigh them, and put the money in the slot in a tree trunk. One of the joys of living in a small, farming community.

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  11. Yes, what a sign of autumn. I spent some years in western Michigan when my children were young, so we have some nice memories of apple picking in the fall.

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