keeping the doctor away...

apple-picking!

macintosh,
cortland,
rome,
macoun.
red and green and so rad.

perfect Fall day sh!t,
with or without weather comparable to yesterday.
a little rain?
who cares?
we went and hit up ward's orchards, ninjas.

up a dirt road, on a hill, out behind everything.
ninjas,
the sun shone out from the clouds,
and a little secret universal hottness warmed up the orchards.

see that dad and his kid?
great news;
his ol' lady and their other kid were there too.
family day for them an' that.
the better part?
other 'nother kid was screaming her ever-lickin' little lungs off.
like a little symphony of suckiness,
just to remind all y'all.
y'know,
about the bitter and the sweet.
country times are good times,
and my best side is the countryside.
word up.
y'know what you do with a half a peck of apples?
peel, slice, simmer, spice, and bake those b!tches.

ka-pow!
oaty, knobbly, buttery, dope.
apple mutha-flippin' crumble.
and all a la mode for your A*s,
pairing the steaming cinnamony sliced up apples
with a perfectly counterbalanced
chilly-cold little scoople of tofutti?
c'mon.
that makes the sun shine in my bellyhole, anyway.
***********
september, neighbors.
the best part of the end of summer,
and the introduction to the best season
for new englandy rural reality,
and for us.

Folk Life & Liberty,
all autumn long;
never quiet, never soft.....