In the fading light, I reach up and hold an apple in my hand. It rests there against the stars just visible through the branches. I smell its sharp-sweet flesh, sense its mystery. I’m holding life and legends in one hand.
Weekly Message from Brenda Pielle for Family Fun: “Spring has sprung, the grass has “riz” (risen), I wonder where the birdie is? The bird’s upon the wing, but that’s absurd, the wing’s upon the bird!”
Then you can forget your troubles, like water that has already passed by. Your life will be brighter than the sunshine at noon. Life’s darkest hours will shine like the morning sun.
I continue to cherish the picture that will always be remembered as a likeness of her hanging in my grandmother’s bedroom. And, having the background story makes it even more beloved.
Through your wisdom, and through countless generations you continue to bring many into the Light. We give thanks for all we have learned and continue to learn.
I’ve plenty of time for contemplation as I gingerly pulled these unwanted intruders while trying to avoid damaging the few seedlings that had sprouted.