“Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feet and steal pictures of the view while you reach for something sweet, as much as it bows to you.” NatureBeautySweetFruitPhotographTreesLove PoemWalkViewAppleHillCherry Valley Author:Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking