orchard

Sat on Betsy & Dave's deck on an autumn afternoon.

The sun shone and the breeze blew through maple, popple, and pine on my left. Apple trees on my right. Like I was in an orchard. Blue sky, white cotton clouds.

We sipped green tea and nibbled on her blueberry muffins: crisp and sugary on the outside, warm and crumbly inside. Tart wild berries.