The little farmgirl and I went to a nearby hazelnut orchard.
It was laid out years ago in perfect rows
using only a string.
We made a new friend, named Ernestine.She's 87, and a sweetheart.
She and her husband raised their children on this farm.
Her son and grandson have taken away her ladders,
so she won't climb them, to wash windows.
She still does her own weedwhacking.
She's a Christian, and a hugger.
Harvest is over. Oops they dropped some!
Did you see that bird?!!! 
1 comment:
Beautiful photo essay and your new friend sounds lovely.
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