Young apples and Fivepenny Cider ...

I drank the half bumper of Fivepenny Cider sitting under the apple tree -

Above me were the young apples, clustered amongst shapely leaves - 

Every two years, a rich crop of apples hangs heavy upon the tree - windfalls lie in sweet drowsy heaps upon the grass - 

The garden will smell of summer - tipsy wasps will stagger from windfall to windfall - I'll walk barefoot upon the warm stones of the path, breathing in the scent of apples - 

Each moment will be timeless, each breath will bring another joy -  

20.00

Sunday 27 June 2015

Under the apple tree

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset