We carefully observed as they morphed from early shades of yellows and greens to bright stark reds. It was similiar to watching the autumn season arrive. As each leaf turned color, it seemed no time before each was falling to the ground. Grandfather said that if the apple twisted off of it's vine with ease, it meant it was ready to be picked. We did a trial run down by the river and sure enough, he was correct. It was then he grabbed the handles to the dusty old stack of apple pails and off we all went skipping down to the orchard along it's path full of hay. When we arrived, it seemed the sun became alive because it snuck out from behind the clouds almost instanteneously. Leaning against one gigantic tree trunk was a tall wooden tool with three wooden prongs. It looked like some kind of device one would use to capture the apples. Louisa was overly curious and carefully jumped up to sit upon my shoulders. As I handed her the nifty item, we noticed she had some practice with this object, for as she was twisting those ruby red apples with such ease, they were blissfully dropping onto the canvas below that Tommy and Angela were stretching ever so tightly. Again, just as grandfather assured us, apples fall from the sky when they are ready. Years later I would unearth this precious picking staff from the grounds of an old New England Home.
~Written by Jennifer Alfia DiMarzo
"Pierre Der Dumont Orchards", original acrylic measuring 5' X 5'. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.
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Jennifer Alfia
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