“My
heart is like an apple-tree
Whose
boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.”
-- Christina
Rossetti, “A Birthday”
I’m
thinking of apples these days, now that mature ones by the millions are moist
and bright on branches all over New England, and I’m also thinking of those of
us who feel lucky to be loaded with the gifts received in a long life. Apple
trees are giving us apples these days, and some of us feel fortunate to be able
to give back to others some of the presents life has given to us in our 65+ serendipitous
years. I’ve survived to 71 because countless numbers of people prepared my way
and then worked beside me to make sure I stayed on course. The gifts I’ve been
given, like our east coast apples, are far too many to be counted, but they don’t
have to be counted, just given back with gratitude. Trees give apples; I give
thanks.
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