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Re:shamasehar
Thank you, a time of plenty is always welcome.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 7, 2016 at 10:15 AM
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Re: Re: Re: Taps
I must tell Arthur Taps.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 7, 2016 at 10:14 AM
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I loved the last lines.The seasonal fruits are in abundance while the season lasts so its best to take your fill :)
posted by
shamasehar
on October 6, 2016 at 10:42 PM
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Here they call it Waldorf Salad because years ago it was a specialty of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York City.
posted by
TAPS.
on October 6, 2016 at 11:57 AM
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Re: An apple a day, as they say...:)
No indeed Kat. The reason it is a job to escape I suppose is because it is so thrilling to feel something for someone that one could never endow one's self with.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 11:17 AM
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UK USA
No dear the first is my rambling about the things affecting the garden. I do this because poetry is a pain in the bottom for some folk. It gives the chance to express everyday happenings in my small world. I like the photo, you have a good eye.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 11:12 AM
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Re: RPresta
Sadly when we have loads of apples I never feel like eating them, and then in the winter when ours have gone,I get a craving for a nice apple and they are mostly like cotton wool. I did read your suggestion thank you. Unfortunate are some who go there and wish they had not later. The trouble is people change and one does not know that when one is young.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 11:07 AM
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Re: FS
Yes as the mother said to me, you can take my daughter out if you want too, I suppose I was not enthusiastic enough the next time she was rather rude. Best to watch the mothers,
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 11:00 AM
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Never heard of a salad like that Taps, I suppose one becomes used to different tastes. Fortunately we rarely hear gun fire only fireworks.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 10:57 AM
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Re: shobana
Thank you Shobana I guess we have all been there, I expect your apples are quite sweet, I could pick some late raspberries tomorrow ,but I like the apples better.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 10:54 AM
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Re: These days I like apples "baked" in the microwave... Brown sugar,
It is the crows that make a mess here Pat banging the nuts on the roofs to crack them.
The squirrel is a minor problem it is one left from dozens that were chewing all the flowers in the cemetery, they had to be eliminated.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 10:51 AM
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Yes I know it is easier to buy some lovely walnuts shelled from Chili, but I take these as a memory. I might give the squirrel one or two if it comes in winter.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 10:47 AM
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Re: Wiley
Well the crows here won't eat apples Bro, I have never seen them eating one.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2016 at 10:44 AM
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An apple a day, as they say...:)
Your poem brims with true feelings and flows beautifully, CC. Escape is a wise thought, I suppose, but not always possible. 
posted by
Katray2
on October 6, 2016 at 9:19 AM
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Apples are among my favorite fruits...I know what you mean about those escape route thoughts.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 6, 2016 at 9:18 AM
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Everyone should have an escape route in mind. I heard shooting abit ago, not too far away....a dozen or so shots. Then there were police sirens shortly thereafter. I hope it was just a midnight target practice, but now I hear more sirens.
I've been working on some of Son's apples from his three apple trees. They are very tasty. I made a nice apple/net/celery salad for tomorrow.
posted by
TAPS.
on October 5, 2016 at 10:30 PM
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Apple pies are one of my favorites CC and the poem depicts a wide range of emotions - loved reading it and getting into the mood of it.
posted by
shobana
on October 5, 2016 at 8:17 PM
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C_C_T
When I was little my mom occasionally baked apples as you described. I do that also once in a great while. You poem is splendid in its honest feelings and vividly true describtions. Yep, been there. Perhaps we all have at some time or another. 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on October 5, 2016 at 7:49 PM
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Powerful messages, even when they appear 2 b simple memories, conversation.
Were these two poems, somehow linked by a white stanza?
posted by
NocrossJustchristmas
on October 5, 2016 at 3:42 PM
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These days I like apples "baked" in the microwave... Brown sugar,
a bit of cinnamon & butter. Or a bit of carmel syrup as a dip with sliced fresh ones. As for the walnuts, the squirrels make a terrible stain on porch rails and sidewalks if I don't beat them to the nuts and toss them in a barrel.
posted by
Pat_B
on October 5, 2016 at 12:54 PM
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i would be bringing the walnuts inside too. Mother used to make wonderful baked apples like you described.
posted by
Kabu
on October 5, 2016 at 12:31 PM
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ChiffChaff
All our apples feed the crows Bro.
posted by
WileyJohn
on October 5, 2016 at 11:42 AM
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