I was sad to have missed apple picking a couple of weekends ago. Here’s a poem from my last year’s visit. Apples and gratitude, always. <3
"You just go on your nerve. If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, “Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.” That’s for the writing poems part." -Frank O’Hara, Personism: A Manifesto // It’s for the cooking part, too.