Sunday, September 04, 2011

It's time to use that wonderful journaling idea that Marta at the dear diary stories, shared with me via her little  diaries.    Thanks again, M!!

September 3, 2011

I love the smell
of fresh fruit, all enclosed in the van,
which is loaded with 4 layers of boxes.  

I love the sound
of a passionate Hungarian farmer
as he describes with pride,
the trees and fruit he grows.

I love the taste
of juicy orange-red nectarines,
ripened right on the tree,
dripping down my chin.

I love the sight
of perfect orbs of fruit, 
pears and peaches and plums, 
hanging full on green branches.  

I love the feel
of cool, purple plums,
layers deep in the field crates,
as we piled them into our boxes.

1 comment:

  1. I love how you described each of the senses here - such great writing.