apples, grapes and or paul mccartney

today i spent some time in my secret garden.

they are coming to prune our apple tree this week.

there are two big red apples that just wont fall.. see them?

under the arches past the frog pond its a tea-party place.

if i sit really still, the trees say all sorts of things.

and little grapes hang on for the end of summer.

id like to put them in a big basket and share them.

tonight we watched a beatles documentary.
one time i was in london alone on the rooftop
sitting at a table. a man came up behind me and
started chatting about singing... life and hometowns.
it was paul mccartney. he asked my name... but didnt tell
me his... i guess he figured i knew it. he was really silly and
really sweet. that was one of the most surreal moments in my
whole entire life. im thankful that he said hello. ill never forget it.