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Apple Butter
It takes a woman's hands to lock
Such sweetness in an old brown crock-
Cooled in a springhouse made of rock-
Apple butter. It tastes of clover blossoms fanned
By winds that fell upon the land;
Of pinks and phlox, you understand?
Apple butter. The apple tree threw out its shade.
Its roots grew deeply in the glade.
From crimson harvest we had made
Apple butter. And when I eat it now I see
The mellow arms of that old tree
That generously gave to me
Apple butter. Once more across the table's space
I smile into a lovely face
And share with her, in my old place,
Apple butter. I guess I'm like the tree that bore
These apples, finding more and more
My roots grown deep in time's rich store.
Pass me-and open childhood's door-
Apple butter. ~Anne Campbell
A dream is an answer to a question we haven't yet learned how to ask.
Fox Mulder
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Americans eat an average of 18 pounds of fresh apples each year. The most popular variety in the United States is the Red Delicious.
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