Apple Butter

Granddaddy grew an apple orchard above the frost line on Shewbird Mountain. A hard freeze nipped the goldenrods and mums, but the trees burned with brushstrokes of autumn. Winesaps thumped on the forest. We diced fruit and made apple butter in an old black pot over a fire.

Brenda Kay Ledford is a member of North Carolina Writer’s Network. She’s received the Paul Green Award a dozen times for her work. blueridgepoet.blogspot