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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

A Tunnel of Trees and a Taste of Heaven



By Micky Wolf
“Time to go for apples.”

That’s the latest phrase you might overhear around our humble abode these days.

So, how do we get from apples to trees to a little taste of Heaven?

Simple. But more on that in a moment.

Our recent travels for apples take us through some of the most beautiful fall scenery you could ever hope to experience. Amish country. Rolling hills. Meandering valleys.
And cluster upon cluster of trees, blazing in their full regalia of brilliant yellows, outrageous oranges, and riotous reds. Gorgeous.

Our destination?

A small, unimpressive—cramped actually—wood building plunked on the side of one these hills. It serves as the small retail market for the products produced in the nearby orchards, fields, and gardens. Amish goodness at its best and most tasty.

Here’s the truth—when we say it’s time to replenish our supply of apples, it is. But those few words are also code for “time for a loaf of fresh-out-of-the-oven Amish bread.”

Yep. Apples. Bread. And whatever else we see or smell that makes our taste buds jump up and down with anticipation and delight.

Which brings us to the tunnel of trees.

Last week we made what will probably be our final run for bre— I mean apples, until nearer to Christmas. After making our purchases, we decided to take the long way home through the country. Savor the day. Appreciate the beauty. Enjoy our couple time.

Twenty minutes into our leisurely drive we crested a hill, only to be greeted with, and welcomed by, the glorious sight in the accompanying photo. It was a gray day with intermittent sprinkles which tended to mute the colors, but did nothing to diminish our oohs and aahs as we took in the scene before us. Pure gift.

It was as if we had stepped into another world. Remote country road. Not a sound. No vehicles. A herd of cattle grazing less than a hundred yards from where we sat.

A peaceful kingdom around us. The smell of fresh apples and fresh bread wafting up from the bags on the floor behind us.

Sometimes the best way to experience a little taste of Heaven is to not go looking for it.

And then when it finds you, of being grateful enough to offer a prayer of thanksgiving.




 

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