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sorry I missed this last night, guys.
Autumnal by buteijn
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
--from "After Apple-Picking" by Robert Frost
Harvest napkin ties
Apple gratin
Cinnamon-ginger pear crisp
Pumpkin Patch Party Cakes
Autumnal by buteijn
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
--from "After Apple-Picking" by Robert Frost
Harvest napkin ties
Apple gratin
Cinnamon-ginger pear crisp
Pumpkin Patch Party Cakes