“A seed hidden in the heart of an apple
is an orchard invisible.”
It was a beautiful autumn day. Holden picked an apple right off of the tree. I looked it over for worms. He rubbed it on his clothes and climbed into the chair. The garden was being tilled today with a big, orange tractor. He had a perfect view. I thought that I was being sneaky when I called to him. His bright, big eyes just barely peeked around the chair. I added this to my list of favorite photographs. From this and other photos from the morning, I made a little board book. I found a really cute poem on the internet about Willy Worm and used that poem along with the pictures of the apple as it was picked, shined and eaten.
“It is a golden maxim
to cultivate the garden for the nose
and the eyes will take care of themselves.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson-