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| An Apple a Day One bite and the crunch is tart and sweet. Earth and sky, sweetened by the sun infused with the waters of life. Juice escapes to moisten lips and from the orb sticky elixir drips onto the palm to be licked off later. Warmed by the sun and snatched from a flexible limb, how many before me have savored the glory of the apple? Some say, Eve was first to taste, tempted by a serpent. Norse gods credited their immortality to the fruit. Ancients cultivated orchards grafting to ensure consistency. Fruit of knowledge past and future. Delicate, pink blossoms herald in Spring and baskets of plump red and green apples punctuate Fall harvest to be devoured raw, baked, stewed, candied or floating in a tub. You know what they say, "An apple a day …" ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes ▶︎ |