Last night after supper Pearl and I along with the little girls went apple picking. Down at the end of our street at the busy intersection of Lake Drive and Fuller there is a large old apple tree heavy with apples. The tree seems totally neglected and forgotten. Pearl and I walked down carrying a large wooden step ladder with Grace and Rain following behind pulling our grocery cart. Once under the tree we all worked together picking all the apples we could reach as well as the ones we found on the ground that weren't too badly damaged. At one point towards the end when I could no longer reach apples from the top of the ladder I grabbed ahold of the branch and began to shake the whole tree. Apples where raining down every where as the girls covered their heads. Plunk, plunk, plunk-plunk, everywhere apples where falling like heaven coming down.
We made our way home with our ladder and grocery cart loaded up with apples. Once home Pearl and I sorted through our haul and culled out the bruised fruit. We made a pie with the damaged apples and set aside the rest for later. Last nights apple adventure really felt like living. These glorious times and moments come and go so quickly and I love them for their brevity and power. There is so much life out there waiting for us to step into, to take a hold and start shaking. Where is your next apple tree and who will you bring with you this time?