around the apple orchard. This pilgrimage has
become part of our annual family tradition.
We sat there, you and I, in companionable silence
When you final spoke, you took my breath away.
"These are my favorite times...looking around at all the beautiful things with you. I love this season."
"I do too son" I said with a quiet smile. And just like that a new memory of you blanketed itself around my heart and returning to our companionable silence, the tractor ride began.