Apple Moon Papa

Apple Moon Papa

Apple, Moon, Papa!

Tillie’s three newest words.

Apple. Moon. Papa.

Apple Moon.

What would an apple moon look like? Blood red and shiny? Dull and waxy? Candy green? Mellow yellow?

Papa Moon. Who would he be? Mama Earth’s partner? Bearded and relaxed? Sweet and loving? Dark and quiet? Like Tillie’s dad, Jon? What do you think?

Moon Apples. Mmmm. Perfectly round. Juicy. Smooth. Rolling and lolling in a bowl. Place one on the counter and watch it spin…

Papa Apple. It’s a family nickname given to the crusty, corn-cob smokin’ grandpa who lives in the apple orchard where he was born, raised and never left.

Tilia, you see what your three words can conjur? Can mean? Can help you imagine? These words are magnificent. They help you tell stories. Paint pictures. Give meaning to the world.  Your world. You are so beautiful, little Tilia. Congratulations on three new words. And a million new ways of seeing the world.

Love,

Amie