The last harvest

before the bulldozers come...

O Apricot Tree

If you were a woman,

you would have produced

enough offspring in your lifetime

to populate a planet-

a tastefully sized planet,

like Mercury or Venus-

inhabited by delicious people

not too sweet,

or tarted up,

with names like Goldilocks,

and Nectar,

who don't overdo it on

the perfume.

A world I prefer

over asphalt, concrete

and cookie-cutter houses,

any day, any lifetime.

Pioneer Day

The 24th of July is a Utah holiday, honoring the Mormon pioneers, my ancestors. We went on a trek to a local mountaintop, Francis Peak, my mother Esther used to look up at from her living room window...

Learned that is was named after

a Mormon pioneer woman,

Esther Francis - who knew?

After enjoying a hike and the cool mountain air, we visited the old family home resting at the foot of this mountain , and harvested some apricots, in the tradition of the pioneers, and my dear mother Esther.