Saturday, May 28, 2011
This time of year, one of the most aromatic fragrances is that of the apple blossom. I love the trips I take by our apple trees, as I journey along the back field with my mower. Even after many springs and seemingly endless times around our trees, it never seems to get old. My only regret here is that, like many flowers, people and events in our lives, they are gone often before we really get to know them. Just when these venerable trees have reached their striking beauty, their petals begin to tumble across the lawn in the afternoon breeze. This lace-like pattern, beneath the tree, belies the fact that this season has reached its climax and summer has arrived.