Apple Honey

Today, though I didn't expect,        
He gave me a photo he took        
Of a bee in a blossoming tree        
Among white spring blooms everywhere.        
       
And said to me so gallantly        
He'd bring apple honey one day.        
And so in my mind came alive        
When I used to turn countrified.        
       
It instantly had me think of        
When I'd drive to Charlie Brown Farms        
On Pearblossom Highway afar        
In Little Rock, Antelope Valle.        
       
Where this time of year in the spring        
Lay carpets of poppies abound        
Of red, yellow, white, tangerine,        
The hillsides and fields are ablaze!        
       
'Twas always a treat when I'd go,        
Especially in summertime.        
When local fruit stands were piled high;        
Ripe peaches for me to make pies!        
       
At Charlie Brown Farms I'd stock up        
On honey, jam & yogurt nuts.        
Of fresh produce grown locally,        
And one souvenir from each trip.        
       
I'm hungry while writing this piece        
Reminiscing of favorite treats,       
When I'd go to that shop to collect        
Those tasty homegrown memories.        
       
       
April 9 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )        
       
Image of bee in apple tree: wheel & cross