"The flowers of the apple are perhaps the most beautiful of any tree's, so copious and so delicious to both sight and scent." -- Henry David Thoreau, Wild Apples
My neighbour has a row of apple trees along our fence line and they burst into bloom yesterday. By today, it is raining and windy and I know the fragile blossoms will all be down by nightfall.
Everything must stop while I gather my bouquets and fill the house with them.
It was Anne of Green Gables that first made me fall in love with these beauties as I read of her amazement at them cascading across The White Way Of Delight. Oh, how I wanted to be beside Matthew Cuthbert in that horse drawn carriage!
|photo courtesy of CBC|
Humble or elegant, every vase looks wonderful with these simple blooms. Vintage sterling silver vases on a William IV buffet are lovely with apple blossoms. ~
They are right at home under a chippy, leaded glass window. ~
Apple blossom fragrance fills the house. Delicate petals flutter to the table tops as their time to thrive passes. I'm reminded that, "To everything there is a season; and a time for every purpose under heaven.".
On this day, as Nepal suffers the tragedy of another devastating earthquake, I look at this bouquet of apple blossoms, nestled in beside a some Tibetan bells. ~
My heart goes out to the people of Nepal and the aid workers endangered while they do what they can to ease the suffering.
In their honour, I take the time to cherish this beauty and focus on the promise of all the blossoms, the beginnings of new life and abundance.