juice

When those you love show you the things of their lives it is a lovely thing. Fruit bearing trees have followed me - I remember sneaking off to sit under a willow tree just across our lot line behind a tall, gray planked wooden fence in the backyard. I don't know if my parents watched me climb over the old rail fence and disappear into the neighbors backyard. The stories my teacher read of Johnny Appleseed somehow inspired me and I usually brought an apple with. Thinking about it now, does one memory have the power to be a fabricated reoccurrence? The beautiful sweet smell of walnuts laying like defeated soldiers in our own yard was a reoccurrence. If I knew back then, I would have brought back buckets from the neighbor's tree for banana bread and salads. Figs followed me from Australia to Washington - I wonder if continuing drought conditions in WA will be good for fig trees... How will that look in the future? How will I look in the future? My husband's daughter...