My father, going through old paper work, has found a poster he made to put up in the Nebraska office he was working in - early 1970’s; I would been about 1 or 2 years old. Risk of tornado summers and long bitter winters.
Yes, I got the dates utterly wrong. That’ll teach me to stray away from posts about apples.
Look at the rascal! Lucia knows well I’m in the garden behind her as I just said hello, but apparently that doesn’t preclude the possibility there’s another me still in the house who may feed her treats. (and this is how I find out there is another me in the house. Wearing holes in my socks)
I think what bugged me here - and these strangers were perfectly nice - is that all summer I’d seen this orchard as an in-between (liminal) place (I kept thinking of small grove that opens The Spirit of the Beehive), and they, of course, saw it as a functional place: apples for juicing.
End of a summer story. Back in June I cycled by this small public orchard: broken gate, uncut grass, down a lonely lane - had it been forgotten? I visited often, partly to take photos, partly to say hello, and a little to scrump for crumbles. Today I met the owners; they had just been busy.
In a public orchard, setting up a pinhole photo when the orchard owner arrives to pick apples. “Why don’t you just use a normal camera” he asks, after I explain what the box among the branches is. “Why don’t you just buy apple juice from the store?” ….was on the tip of my tongue.
Rula on my lap as a reward for putting on a Natalia Beylis record instead.
Have had to turn off the improv jazz because the cat has joined me.
My paperback copy of @raynewman.bsky.social Intervals of Darkness has arrived. It landed in the room over my head with the thud of a body being dropped, and now is just watching me from the top of the stairs. Contained many gubbins; I very much appreciate the photo of the curve of cinema signage.
there is a strangeness in how their clothes match the curtains and wall paper. I wondered if he noticed that and then ushered everybody into the corner?