This is about an old man and an apple tree. He is out plowing his field one day and came across a sprig of an apple tree and decides to take it home. He does and plants it. The tree grew tall and was full of apples, but when the old man becomes sick and dies the tree withers away and dies as well.

Some thoughts seem to play like a broken record.

There comes a time when you cannot run from the truth and need to face it.

Our pets are just extended family members…

Every year around this time children go trick or treating. Sometime to their demise.

A poem.

I just can’t get enough.

You bring out the best in me.

Love is beautiful in it’s simplest form.

Silly poem I wrote about Halloween.