Winter Apples
As I passed by an upstairs window, movement caught my attention. I turned to look at the old apple tree in our backyard. There amidst the ice and snow on the bare branches was a squirrel. It was trying to pull an apple from the top of the tree. I watched as it gave a few tugs, and didn't get the apple to come loose. It then scampered to another limb and pulled at another apple. This apple came free and the squirrel then went down the tree, and cautiously went across the snow to a pine tree. It went up the pine tree for a bit, then down and out into the brush and trees in the hedgerow behind the house I lost sight of it then. The squirrel was gone, but not out of my thoughts. I had been watching those apples since they were small, red blobs in the green leaves of late summer. When fall came, I considered picking apples from that tree for apple sauce. We never made the time to do it and the only sauce they were turned into was when I passed over them with the lawn mower. I had tea
