Apples by the side of the road, fallen from
there tree, warmed by the late fall sun and
rotting quickly. The birds, deer and many small
animals find them sweet and soothing.
The Honey Bee's get drunk on the nectar and zig zag
back to the hive. Seeds from these apples will appear
as sprouts in the spring, miles from this road and
far from our memory.
Transparent Watercolor on Coldpress