poetry and prose about place

so many kinds of apples

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October 24, 2016 ‘yellow transparent’ Jane Tims


orchard outing


wooden bushel baskets

of laughter, delirious tumble down

the avenue of trees, shadows ripple

among the dapples, Cortlands tied

with scarlet ribbons




my son grown tall

on his father’s shoulders

stretches to pick the McIntosh

with the reddest shine

small hand

barely able

to grip the apple



Published: ‘within easy reach’, Chapel Street Editions, 2016

Copyright Jane Tims 2016

Written by jane tims

November 7, 2016 at 7:49 am

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  1. I really like these apple paintings, Jane. You must come over and visit some time soon. E-mail me.

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    November 7, 2016 at 8:29 pm

  2. Lovely poem, Jane. On the path to the outdoor theatre in Fundy National Park there is a big old apple tree. Planted by settlers, it has been grafted and now bears three or four different kinds of apples. In the spring parts of it flower at different times and some are white; some pink. In the autumn, there are branches bearing tiny crab apples and others laden with other apples different from the next branch. Quite a curiosity for the few who notice.

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    Karen Hine

    November 7, 2016 at 1:55 pm

    • Wow, what a treasure! I know quite a few places where people have grafted two or more varieties but I’ll be watching for this one. Jane


      jane tims

      November 8, 2016 at 2:50 pm

  3. So beautiful ~ your poem brings back so many pleasant memories for me.

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    Barbara Rodgers

    November 7, 2016 at 10:58 am

    • Hi Barbara. My son is now very tall, but I remember those days of picking apples when he was a little boy so well! Jane


      jane tims

      November 8, 2016 at 2:48 pm

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