Day 249 – September 6, 2018
Fruits of Your Labor – A Photo A Week Challenge / Conspicuous – Thursdays Special (Pick a Word) / Question – FOWC / Bark – RDP / Inspired By Song (Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree) – csPAD / Torment – WODC / Day 6 – September Squares (#inthepink)
I am actually very happy with this photo. It is one of those where I don’t feel like I need to justify the prompts in the post. But who are we kidding here, right? It’s the start of harvesting season and orchards all around are conspicuously shaking their trees and collecting the fruits of their labor. This orchard, with an amazing view, is showing much more bark than many of the others around. There are still apples hanging from the trees, but it appears that most have already fallen. There is also no question that fall is around the corner. Looking out over the field, the canopies of the distant trees are starting to show some color. But, before we can get there completely, we continue to be tormented by Mother Nature, who is keeping the furnace on full.
Beautiful shot! How nice to live so close to orchards. I love fruit trees and miss the ones on my parents’ property where I grew up. I drove by the other day, and it looks like subsequent owners have taken out a lot of them. 😦 Thanks for joining the challenge!
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That’s disappointing. Hopefully it was because they weren’t doing well, and that they will replace them once the grounds are ready again! (I hear thats what they do, anyway?)
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Oh and thank you so much for the compliment. It continues to mean a lot to me! Especially from someone whose photos are incredible!
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Wow, thank you!
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Great shot
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Early fall for the apple trees?
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They are pretty much on schedule. But the leaves are starting to turn here which seems a bit early.
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On our side of the world, we find those trees that struggle most with lack of rain seem to go a bit earlier.
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