Tuesday, April 01, 2008

A letter to myself

There is a theory that if we have a theme, we shall be inspired to do more art or writing. Let's test that theory this month. The theme is LETTERS (Written letters, typography, photos of signs, who knows?) Shall we start at the beginning? With the Letter A.

A is for apple. I come from apple country - western New York, where the macintosh reigns supreme. When the leaves got colorful and the temperature started to drop, we'd go out to Frost's Orchard on the O-At-Ka Trail on a sunny crisp Saturday and pick up a few bushels. They always had the cider press working. The funky smell and texture of the apple pulp, laying on the ground like brown felt. The ice-cold intense tang of the newly squeezed cider. The skin of the apples bright red and green, the surface cold and smooth as a marble.

I remember reading on the red bed in the kitchen and eating the macs as I read, feeling rich with apples, you could eat all you wanted. I always ate the whole thing, including the core. The seeds were nutty and a little bitter, bringing the whole thing into balance. The sweet, the sour, the bitter, the apple.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I can't believe you ate the entire apple. How gross. Dropping seeds on the Red Bed no less, shame on you!