Sepia Saturday: A RIVETING Update On My Funky Apple ~ Another Day In The Exciting Life Of D.D. Schteinn ~ Original Photography and Original Discussion About A Lumpy (Theoretical) Fruit~

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Last we checked, our little Golden Delicious apple was hanging about on the short tree from whence it came, just doing it's everyday, apple thing. [Apple Post]. And though still present, our little fruit was looking more than a bit down in the apple mouth. The baggy skin resembled the pock-marked surface of the moon, rather than a crisp apple in the heady, twilight years of it's short, sweet life. Ah, the harsh ravages of that ever-marching father called time.

Jump ahead, to a few weeks ago. Our deep SnOwregon white had long since evaporated into the everyday water cycle, and this little fruit was no doubt looking forward to a nice, warm summer full of fruity hopes and dreams. Yes, a bit baggy in the shorts, but hopeful, none the less.

Alas, life does not always go as planned.

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In Retrospect ~ Our Ever Hopeful Fruit

STILL Hanging On

_{Saturday - April 20, 2019}
Though still on the tree, complete with a few new, leafy friends to discuss life with, the apple was looking even more sad and dejected than last report. Not even the local birds seemed interested in pecking away at it's juicy(?) innards. Oh, to be forgotten and cast aside, as your days wane long and dark toward that ignoble, yet UN-avoidable end.

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Jump Ahead To The Now

Wandering by the little tree yesterday, I stopped in to check on our small, aging fruit. Ah, a sad day indeed. My lumpy little apple was nowhere in sight. I searched high and low, (mostly low) for our rotund friend, but there was no sign of it anywhere. In the tree, in the growing pot below, in the grass, on the ground.

There wasn't a misshapen piece of rotting fruit to be found. Nothing below but very deep and tall grass surrounding the tree in all directions. I cannot be certain, but am convinced our friend the apple finally let go of the tree, landed with a mushy ker-plop onto the soil below, and was rapidly taken up into the green grass of the future. Our apple gave it's life for the betterment of the continuous cycle of existence.

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A Noble End

"Where Are You, Little Apple?!"

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In Fruity Conclusion

Feeling A Bit Faklempt

With a small lump in my throat, I turned my camera back up into the branches of the little tree, to see what else might be going on in the now leafy-green above. And wouldn't you know it...at that very moment...a jet full of people flew by, headed somewhere or another, in whatever direction across the photo that might be. It appears to be the east, from where I stand.

A whole planeload of folks, jetting off in a grand hurry to Toledo, or some other exotic destination. Which got me to thinking about my disappearing apple, and some other, interesting aspects of life.

The plane kept on going over the taller trees, soon disappearing into the far horizon. Carrying all those people aloft to some unknown appointment of importance. Vacation, work, family, a new child, a recent graduation, a very sad funeral. The list of possibilities goes on and on. Much like life itself. If one is lucky. We're all following that same line of passing time, ticking away into the far horizon. Be we of animal, plant, human or fruity composition.

The white contrail pushing across the sky felt like a fitting metaphor for this existence. And even more so for our small, missing apple. Time, and life itself, just keeps on passing by. Whether we want it to or not. At varying speeds, but constantly, relentlessly, moving in a forward direction. And we're all here, along for the ride. Small fruit, large human, it makes no difference. EVERYTHING moves along the same track--to that eventual horizon of life.

I Be What I Be

The apple is destined for one of many possibilities. Becoming a seed source for a new tree. Or a scrumptious meal for SOMETHING, be it bug, animal or bird. And if our fruit falls to the ground? It becomes an all-important nutrient source for other plants, and the continuance of life. That life that just keeps on going, relentlessly, over the horizon of time and space. And if lucky, and our little apple managed to stay healthy, supple and sweet, maybe even a filler for a most excellent kitchen pie. Each end result has a purpose, and one of these WILL be realized. Sooner or later. We just may not know which applies, until the apple finally leaves the tree.

In the case of my apple, it took the direct route to the ground below. Finally falling from the tree after a very very long time on the branch. All too soon returning to from whence it came. The very soil of life. Becoming one again with the earth, moving forward in that constant march of time. Recycled back to the basic building blocks of biological life, to be used by others, again and again. Helping along the next generation that takes up the very mantle of being. Over and over and over again. The cycle never ends. Nothing ever reaches a true, final horizon. It just circles back to the beginning once more. It makes you stop, take a moment or two to sit and think. And not just about a nice weekend in Toledo.

Thanks for stopping in, and checking up on a small fruit of mine.

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~ Finto ~

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Thanks for stopping in and viewing a few more images of my lumpy fruit turned to nothingness. If you have any thoughts about the progression of life, or a fleshy fruit, it's final demise, the coming of spring, the IDEA of spring coming, sepia image making, a good pie recipe from your Grandma, or anything else this post reminds you of, please feel free to comment away in the spaces below. I'd love to hear from you.

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_{Posted: 05/05/2019 @ 00:32}

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Excerpts From Late-Night Conversations With A Mechanical Cat

Fact Number 141

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