Under a tree with apples falling....

I find my head pummeled by the fruits of life. With each opportunity that hits me square in the face, I'm in a daze without a clue as to what to do with it. I have never learned how to properly make pie, and I certainly can make it into sauce. Making lemonade seems to be more my style, though usually without an sugar to be found.

How do most people react when presented with a door just begging to be opened, a large neon welcoming sign overhead shining brilliantly? Apparently, I'm used to walking right by and looking for something a bit more subtle, perhaps a bit of calligraphy printed on a marble placard and ambiguous as all get-out. Maybe I just got used to ignoring the obvious signs because it always seems to good to be true.

Growing numb to the apples tumbling to the ground may be a habit resulting from not being shown or encouraged to gather them up in a basket to take home. Instead, I just wait for them to drop right into my lap. The more time passes, the more it seems like I should be wandering through some orchard looking for whatever appeals to me. Maybe nectarines would be better, or plums. Not oranges, they're a pain to peel. Or maybe oranges because they are a pain to peel. I don't know.

I feel like I'm just laying on the grass looking up at the branches and watching fruits fall, listening to the "thump" as they hit the ground, each one another opportunity that I haven't yet picked up and studied, and most likely won't, let alone chance a bite.

Grapes are good. So are cherries.