Though its fruit should’ve been in season, too many harsh Midwest winters left the leaves of the apple tree to wither. At the time of harvest, very little fruit hung from its branches. But my daughter climbed anyway, her arms wrapped around the low-hanging branches, her feet bouncing against the trunk so she could swing [Read More...]
from
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2016/11/poison-ivy-and-the-path-of-grief/
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