Falling Thanks

When I was growing up this tree wasn't much of a tree at all

and really was just a glorified stick in the ground.

My dad had placed a pipe around it to protect

it from being run over by the lawn mower.

As I grew up so did the tree but I never really paid all that much 

attention to it except to curse at it every time I had to drive

the lawnmower around it and narrowly

miss getting my eye poked out by

the mature branches.

I wasn't until Saturday, that I really looked at it in all of it's

fall glory, heavy with it's apple bounty that will

feed my mom's wild "pets", which include

the doe and her fawn, who love to lay under it

in the summer and soak up the sun.

But come fall...

My mom has even witnessed up to 10

deer at a time standing in the yard

eating apples in the fall.

We could never forget the 30 pound daddy woodchuck, his

equally fluffy wife, and there 4 children who also

visit the tree to eat the apples. It seems

that there is at least a couple of larger family

reunions as their other woodchuck

relatives visit them from time to time

just to sample the tasty treats.

Raccoon's at night and rabbits during the day,

are provided with an extra layer of winter warmth

courtesy of the apple tree.

Shoes: Payless; Jacket: Thrifted, Goodwill; 

Turtleneck/ Cardigan/ Scarf: Target;

Jeggings: NY&Co, Clearance

Enjoy!

XOXO,

Julie