When I’m driving on a trip, either when going to Louisiana or to Missouri, I go through a few cities but it’s lots of peaceful countryside driving. I love it when I see something that reminds me of my childhood days at my grandparents’ home. They had a huge fig tree and I would always ask my grandpa to get me a ladder or two. I was too little to move the ladder so I wanted several ladders placed under the fig tree in different spots and I wanted him to leave them out there for me. The best figs were always just beyond my reach.
One of my grandparents’ friends had a huge mulberry tree. There were a couple of forks in the tree but I couldn’t quite reach the first fork so the man would leave a little step ladder for me. Once I made it to that first fork, I could climb up to the next fork and I would sit in that tree for way too long, picking and eating mulberries and oh, would I have a tummy ache later. But I’d do it again when we were there the next time.
As I drive, especially this time of year, which I haven’t done and don’t have a clue when I’ll get to do it . . I sometimes see a ladder under a fruit tree. I think about all the fruit my grandma used to pick and make pies and jams and jellies. The ladder left under a fruit tree says a lot — the fruit is ripe and someone has picked what they wanted for today but will be back tomorrow to pick more.
I walked out to the orchard yesterday and the ladder was left under a plum tree. Who would think seeing a ladder under a tree would bring back so many memories?