Apple Hill Orchard.
SomeoneLikeYou Monday, September 17, 2012
Apple Dress w/ Peter Pan Collar: Forever21.
Black T-Strap Heels: Thrifted.
Apple trees stretch as far as the eye can see. A sun lit orchard on top of the hill, where the sweet fruits of the earth grow bountifully for the unworthy human hands to pick. Row and row of tall saplings, stretching their arms up with perfectly round gifts to give. The cicadas no longer hum but the calming sounds of fall take the place of the rush, rush, rush of summer. Pumpkins line the wall of the ancient barn, paint peeling but still rustically majestic. It tells a story of time and age. The clouds float by aimlessly in the setting dusk; they seem to have no concept of time. Just how it should be. Dust flies all around as the creaking carts go back and forth, bringing those of all ages, with all different hopes and wishes. Through the branches sun flares fill the eyes of dreamers, hoping one day they don't have to come to this land of promise alone. A hand to hold, a pair of lips to kiss, a strong and willing arm to reach up to the highest branch and claim the prize mother nature has so generously given. A red flannel shirt, a comforting hug, and a smile that sparkles as much as your eyes do every year when you see the Apple Orchard.
Maybe someday. But for now? It's just you dancing amongst the apple trees, tears in your eyes blurring the beautiful vision that stretches as far as the eye can see. The plump red apples blur into bokeh, falling from the trees like shattering glass and shattered hopes. Maybe next autumn at the Apple Orchard will finally be the year your dreams will become your reality.
With much love, Lauren.