Swift on sated winds we took...
A world in a day and waited
In lighter days easing hearts
Freeing minds of prejudice
Abroad under the shade of a giant tree we may tarry and let go to them the dreams of folly but by this one act we become immortal. For they will tell you that the soul is a creature that abides within the cage of man. But not for nothing have I thought on this and I say that immortality is the currency of the fools amongst us. Labours won and lost are set against a life lived withal unhindered by the convention of certainty. In that we are the true children of the earth for we see how the universe was meant to be and for that we will be rewarded. No matter what the writ of the self appointed wise may tell us.
In the autumn, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.