After Apple-picking (-Robert Frost)

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill

Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now…

(I’m heading home again Wednesday for a few days! Then, back on the road again Monday…next time to Reno, NV. Three trips down, two to go!)