Late one afternoon

Forgotten Fruit

Its all quiet on these clay banks above the lake. Super heated summer air is heavy with sage. Evening approaches and the departing sun washes everything with warm, diffused light. I sit before an eighty year old apricot tree, abandoned and forgotten by a previous generation. Blackened and brittle boughs are laden with an abundance of startlingly orange fruit. With no farmers to reap the harvest most will fall to the earth. The only visitors I have are a tribe of deer, two large four points with their harem of does and fawns. They carefully and silently weave through the trees enjoying a sweet feeding before the sky turns from red to violet. I wait for their passing before sharing in my part of the feast.

Another great day of painting.