afternoon
under heavy laden
branches
ladders kept steady
with loving hands
watchful eyes
on
little helpers
filling baskets
with only the ripest
of fruits
too sour for nibbling
just perfect
for jelly jars
and visions
of sugar plums
spread on fresh baked bread
A humid summer day endeavor in 2008 , with a gentleman who passed away in July 2015.One of the ways I like to keep memories alive .
Written July 2016
