A morning in an orchard…..
Out, out! into the open air!
Thy only dream is liberty,
Thou carest little how or where.
I see thee eager at thy play,
Now shouting to the apples on the tree,
With cheeks as round and red as they;
And now among the yellow stalks,
Among the flowering shrubs and plants,
As restless as the bee.
To A Child
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What a lovely opportunity.
This sure looks like fun! Like picking plums on a summer day in Alabama…