It's no secret that we had a long, cold winter. We had some concern that we might not have much of an apple crop this year.
Well, well, well...just looky here! These blooms tell a different story :) Every tree bloomed its little heart out. Just goes to show, what do we know about anything? Nature, if anything, is always surprising.
Gazing upon these fragrant blooms the morning after I returned gave me a sense of what Dorothy must have felt like when she opened her farmhouse door and stepped into the Technicolor world of Oz.
This lovely poem by Susan Kelly-Dewitt expresses how wonderful it is to see blossoms after a long winter:
Apple Blossoms
One evening in winter
when nothing has been enough,
when the days are too short,
the nights too long
and cheerless, the secret
and docile buds of the apple
blossoms begin their quick
ascent to light. Night
after interminable night
the sugars pucker and swell
into green slips, green
silks. And just as you find
yourself at the end
of winter’s long, cold
rope, the blossoms open
like pink thimbles
and that black dollop
of shine called
bumblebee stumbles in.
Marcheta *stumbling in
Beautifully said. And the added poetry cements your words to your photographs. I so enjoy your writing. Thank you for sharing it with me.
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I enjoy this Ohio Country Journal musing today as much as I did last year
ReplyDeleteThe poem Apple Blossoms, is so perfectly inserted.