Many folk tales associate the Maiden with apples. Snow White falls asleep with one crisp bite; the golden beauty of “Silver Hands” is betrothed to the Devil as she sweeps beneath her father's apple tree. So it was that a fallen branch beneath the old neighbor apple tree inspired me to honor the newborn spring with a blaze.
The family will light the season’s first burn tonight. I hope Abby is still awake, because she was a joy as we collected firewood. She road down in the storage area of the stroller while I pilled the wood into the seat. Hope you enjoy these photos of the old dragon-man who lives in our fire ring. Hopefully we'll see him open his wings tonight.
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