Monday 23 November 2015

76. The lone apple

Dusk was falling and the Garden was quiet after a stormy week. All the leaves had blown off the apple trees in the Imbolc garden, leaving the branches completely bare - except for one lone, yellow apple.

What an apple, such a survivor! Hanging on and hanging on, regardless of the weather and the changing seasons. 

It made my day.

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