In the fog and in the rain
Through the pleasures and the pain
On the step outside you stand
With your apples in your hand, my Apple Scruffs.
While the years they come and go
Now, your love must surely show me
That beyond all time and space
We're together face to face, my Apple Scruffs
How I love you, how I love you
My Apple Scruffs.
~
George Harrison
6 comments:
This is priceless! And "Apple Scruffs is new to me. You are such a storehouse of lyrics. I treasure you so.
Bravo, luv your image and words
Mine is HERE
much love...
Devine picture and lyric. Touching and beautiful.
What a poignant and delicate creation my dear Deann.
I love the contrast between the joy and the colour of these appetizing apples and the sepia tones and sadness of this little one, barefoot in the cold...
Excellent work as always!
Hugs my precious friend.
( Google can't translate 'apple scruffs', I don't know why :)
Oh wow, her expression makes me want to buy all her apples! This is superb.
How truly beautiful, Deann - I love the contrast of the vibrant apples agains the low key colour of the rest. Stunning! Although I do admit to feeling desperately sorry for that poor little apple seller...she looks half frozen in her bare feet.
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