Repost of “Picking Autumn, Apples, and Fun”

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I originally posted this in October 2014. This is another of my three year anniversary posts. 🙂

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Autumn has always held a very distinct place in my memory.  The aesthetics, the colors of fall, and that particular crispness in the air, are uniquely and wonderfully affixed to my internal memory wall.  Therefore, focusing on the good and positive things of Autumn, what comes to mind is the annual picking of apples.  The smells that are associated with fresh apples is beyond amazing! 🙂 Whether it’s from apples hanging on trees, rolling around under trees, or being carted off by tiny hands with big smiles, the aromas are far better than any fragrance modern society can offer.  The memories, however, which flood in at this time of year when passing by any apple cart, are infinitely priceless.

From a young age I can remember climbing up apple trees, and tossing down the best looking apples to my siblings or my Dad.  They, in turn, would put the apples into the classic wooden bushel baskets.  Soon, I would be joined by other brothers or sisters, who wanted to pick the apples instead of catch them. Somehow we would end up with enough apples, laughs, scratches, and contented stomachs to last until the next Autumn.

From the orchard to the kitchen – my memories go from one to the other very quickly. Being in the kitchen during harvest season, with all of the canning, preserving, and baking, has to be some of the most comforting memories.  I remember so many times, returning home and stepping inside, from cool or blustery weather outside. The wave of warmth that hit me upon opening the door, accompanied by the smell of fresh baked apple pie, was unlike anything else. Those sensations are not soon forgotten!!  I suppose that is why apple cinnamon fragrance candles are so popular.  Yet they do not yield the same experience as the real thing, at least not for me.

There is something so amazing about a fresh baked ‘goodie’ from the oven; the anticipation that mounts while the aromas smell more wonderful each passing second. A person’s self control is definitely tested; otherwise, the pie would never make it out of the oven in one piece. I could see our family members sneaking off with the aroma-laden-wonder, and making short work of destroying all evidence. (with apple-crumbed smiles of course) 🙂

I thank God for the memories!! They are all around me. When I walk down a path in an apple orchard, and see all of those wonderful apples, smelling the sweet aromas, and watching families create memories, I see my own Dad and all of us kids crowding around the trees.  I hear the laughs, and see the smiling faces of kids, and I see a little piece of heaven.  I see my Dad and hear him saying, “Hey, look over here, this tree is a good one”.  🙂 🙂
© 2014 Ann Moore

Repost of “Flowers”

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Reposting this poem from October 2014. You can find this poem and other inspirational poetry on simplymoores.com/publishing, in God First Volume I and Volume II, and they are free reading. While you are there please check out the other titles and check back for more releases in time for the holidays. 🎅 ⛄️ 🙂

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When the world seems extra down,
And Life has donned a grayish frown,
I see color all around,
In the trees and on the ground,
Such beauty makes me smile;

For in a second, minute, or hour,
My mood can change from being sour,
Wrapped within the healing power,
Of the magic gift inside a flower,
Given to see my smile;

As Jesus Christ once did say,
King Solomon in grand array,
Could not come close in his day,
To match the beauty on display,
of God’s flowers, that make us smile.

Go With God!!!

© 2014 Ann Moore

God’s Beauty

LRM_EXPORT_20170929_112848Grand Canyon: South Rim: Mather Point

Recently I was blessed to be able to visit some places, that I haven’t seen since I was a child. The Grand Canyon was one of those places. My initial reaction: #mindblown 😮
My brother recently gave nature the best title: “God’s Art.” And so it is!!!

*Of note: when you pay for your pass into the park, it’s $30, but the pass is good for the entire week,*
After we paid for our pass at the Ranger Station, we thought we saw glimpses of the canyon through the tree line, but not enough to draw any conclusions, or gasps. When we parked in the designated parking area, everything was trees, cars, and people, (lots of people depending upon the time.) We didn’t get the full experience of the canyon until the sidewalk wound around some trees and there it was: Oh My Gosh!!!!!!! All of the pictures we took over a couple of days, could never deliver the same experience as standing at the edge of that vast beauty. Whereas many people at the park talked about how long the park took to “evolve” –their words Not mine– we beheld the beautiful Handiwork of God, giving Him the rightful credit as the Creator of All things!!!

If I have a point to this post, it is this: God made all things, and His Beauty is all around us, if we just take the time to appreciate His artistry. Although I highly recommend everyone to go see the Grand Canyon, at least once in your life, I’m very happy that God shares His Beauty with us everyday in our lives. It may be in the smile of your child, or the kindness shown to you from a friend or stranger; it may be in the guise of a perfect sunrise, or the comfort of a peaceful sunset.

In the Beauty of His Love,
Go With God!!!
Ann Moore

Flowers

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Reposting this poem from October 19, 2014. You can find this poem and other inspirational poetry on simplymoores.com/publishing, in God First Volume I and Volume II, and they are free reading. While you are there please check out the other titles and check back for more releases in time for the holidays. 🎅 ⛄️ 🙂

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When the world seems extra down,
And Life has donned a grayish frown,
I see color all around,
In the trees and on the ground,
Such beauty makes me smile;

For in a second, minute, or hour,
My mood can change from being sour,
Wrapped within the healing power,
Of the magic gift inside a flower,
Given to see my smile;

As Jesus Christ once did say,
King Solomon in grand array,
Could not come close in his day,
To match the beauty on display,
of God’s flowers, that make us smile.
© 2014 Ann Moore