“She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving good emotions.”
– Willa Cather from My Antonia
I just realized I didn’t link back to Carolyn Gail at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago, who makes Muse Day possible. Please visit her for more poetry (and prose) on the beginning of Autumn.