Mother watches, listens and smells. She is standing guard over her fawns.
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.
The fawns can safely enjoy the harvest. I'm glad to share this bounty.
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