Ordinary Life

When I was in grade school, our class took a field trip to the house of another student. I don't recall everything we did there, but I do recall learning to make cinnamon applesauce. It must have been Fall. The lady allowed us each to turn the crank on her apple coring machine. I thought it was the niftiest thing. And I have wanted a machine of my own ever since. They always felt like an indulgence at $20 or even $15 apiece. But this weekend, I found one brand new, on sale at a thrift store for $3. I'm tempted to say my life is now complete, but really it is just a tad more sweet. Apple curls, anyone?

Our FaceBook friend Mitch often posts poetic pictures of  the "Old Lady" tree near his home. And, it is a beautiful, old lady tree. See? Mr. Mitch is an interesting fellow and I often want to do and be and think and see in step with him.  So, imagine my delight when I discovered  that we have an Old Lady Tree too... See?  Okay, so she's a bit of a hag.  I surely wouldn't eat any apples from this tree. Mainly because it isn't an apple tree, bu t also because 'she' looks like the witch from Snow White, whose specialty was the Drowsy Apple.  See?  I have friends standing by - ready to call the right folks and administer the right meds for me if the lady in my tree turns out to be from another Disney franchise:  If I hear it speak, I am to repeat: "A tree may speak to me, but only metaphorically."  (...and so help me, if you ever find me running around in a buckskin dress...talking to the trees... wrap me up in my loooong sleeve pajamas please.....