Blossom Time

After such a long cool spring, things are now growing and blooming faster than I can keep up with. Last week's apple blossoms are now fallen and those that remain on the tree are withered and brown. I wish they lasted longer. Thursday's severe storm pretty much ended their fragile beauty. I'm lucky I did get some memories photos earlier in the week and their sweet scent still lingers in my mind. I wish I could somehow make these photos "scratch and sniff" so you too could enjoy their lovely fragrance... sweeter than lilacs in my opinion... but then again I could be a bit partial...

I want to share with you one of my favourite poems about apple blossoms, written by Horatio Alger.

Apple-blossoms

I sit in the shadow of apple-boughs,
In the fragrant orchard close,
And around me floats the scented air,
With its wave-like tidal flows.
I close my eyes in a dreamy bliss,
And call no king my peer;
For is not this the rare, sweet time,
The blossoming time of the year?

I lie on a couch of downy grass,
With delicate blossoms strewn,
And I feel the throb of Nature's heart
Responsive to my own.
Oh, the world is fair, and God is good,
That maketh life so dear;
For is not this the rare, sweet time,
The blossoming time of the year?

I can see, through the rifts of the apple-boughs,
The delicate blue of the sky,
And the changing clouds with their marvellous tints
That drift so lazily by.
And strange, sweet thoughts sing through my brain,
And Heaven, it seemeth near;
Oh, is it not a rare, sweet time,
The blossoming time of the year?

~Horatio Alger

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Peace,
Linda

The apple blossoms’ shower of pearl,
  Though blent with rosier hue,
As beautiful as woman’s blush,
  As evanescent too.
        L. E. Landon—Apple Blossoms.