Monday, 16 September 2013

Harvest Time

The hard little apples are glowing red in their tree. I could be fooled into thinking they are sweet. But I know it is not so. They are crisp and lovely, but so very tart.

Not everyone minds. My neighbour from the forest is teaching her children how to harvest the apples.

Mother watches, listens and smells. She is standing guard over her fawns.

The fawns can safely enjoy the harvest. I'm glad to share this bounty.

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