One of my August rituals when I visit my parents is to pick hundreds of apricots at an abandonded tree near their house. It breaks my heart to see them wasted and rotting on the ground. The tree offers up thousands every year and I try and save as many as I can for my mom to make into yummy apricot jam.
Every time I pick them I am reminded of the song the kids sang when they were little because the flowers looked so much like popcorn...
I looked at the window and what did I see?
Popcorn popping on the Apricot tree
Spring had brought me such a sweet surprise
Popcorn popping right before my eyes....
I'd like to pick a handful
have a special treat
a popcorn ball would sure taste sweet!
But it wasn't so....tho it seemed to be....Popcorn popping on the Apricot Tree!
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