An unexpected gift celebrating no occasion.
Results in an apple pie baked with all my love.
And I thought of your face that sweeps over me like light, like the sun on the apple making a lovely show. So one seeing it marveled the other night, turned to me saying, “What is it in your heart? You glow.” –Not guessing that on my face he saw the singular reflection of your grace like fire on snow–and loved you there. –May Sarton
