Before Sentimental Surprise Took Me In Its Embrace...

My husband wants to get rid ofwhat he sees as a gnarly eye sore... and I see as a work of art...both Season-art and Memory-art.maybe because another old apple tree from my childhood made me see this onethrough wizened eyes...This tree my Grandpa planted,long before we bought it when we bought their house...this tree my children climbed,and now my grandchildren,along with many others that passed through my care Here's a bit of season-memory art... I didn't know the apple tree of long ago would bendWith summer fruit, long after the pursuitsOf youth would end I didn't know the tree that taughtUs how to work and playwhere apples fell like yellow snowwould never go away ...where mother's apron bulged as weHelped fill its cotton cartWith pungent gold,That we could holdForever in the heart Before I was blindsided byMoment's momentous haste I thought that Time was on my sideWith quite enough to waste Before sentimental surpriseTook me in its embraceAnd showed to me An apple treeIs never commonplace © Janet Martin This photo and memory tidbit from a previous post The Harvest-apple tree on the old home place. How well I remember its petal-snow,before the dirt floor was covered in golden fruit, gathered up in our cotton-dress 'baskets' carried to the house for apple goodies, but mostly canned apple sauce.