After Apple Picking: Robert Frost
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September 26, 2013 at 11:30 am
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September 26, 2013 at 1:32 pm
Fits perfect. I’ve picked apples today, baked a cake and ate it with vanilla ice cream and tea 🙂
September 26, 2013 at 4:22 pm
Birgit,
That sounds so delightful-a cake made with apples you picked yourself.
I love listening to Frost read his own poetry.
September 26, 2013 at 9:42 pm
What Stan said:
Cheers
September 27, 2013 at 10:19 am
minicapt,
I am a Stan Rogers fan but this is the first time I’ve heard one sung by a choir, and I thought it lovely.
September 27, 2013 at 10:13 pm
Love his old voice and miss the curmudgeon still.
I’m just back from a few days in Sabael, NY where wild apple trees line the state road on both sides. We picked and picked – each tree bearing a different variety and our cloth shopping bags were overflowing. Eating while picking – the apple crisp, apple strudel, apple pie, apple sauce.
September 27, 2013 at 11:31 pm
Mark,
He was one of the first poets whose poems meant something to me. Frost was New England as was I so we shared the sentiments in his poems. I bought the record of Frost reading his poetry when I was in high school and, like you, loved the sound of his voice.
I can smell the apple pies cooking now!