I often think of the orchard in the county of orange,that I would pass on my way to my fathers as an adult. I always wanted to stop but never did. Maybe I should have.
I used to work near that orchard at a dairy. I would have preferred to work at the orchard but never applied. Maybe I should have. I used to go in to the city to sell cheese for the dairy, and in the city I would buy some of juiciest apples you were able to find out of season. I wonder what their secret was.
I wanted to leave where I was which wasn’t orange. In my search for a place to land I thought I would try a place with an orangeman as the mascot. You see there was an old apple orchard in need of reviving. I didn’t follow up on it, so I didn’t go.
I then had to leave the non orange non apple place. So I picked up and left and to my surprise when I arrived at the place I was to call home every one was wearing orange. It was on their cars and houses too. I gave it no thought. I have recently noticed that there may be an overflow of orange colored objects and occasionally people, the apples suck. There is no apple cider in the style that I am accustomed to.
call it culture shock call it home sickness, but I don’t like it. I need to have my apples inside my oranges. Strange but true the do come that way.