The Tuesday tree: ahh, crab-apple blossom time!
What could be more perfectly beautiful than pink and white apple blossom against a blue spring sky? Add the bright green grass and some white narcissi under the apple tree, and you have my perfect spring picture. (Well, putting a lamb or a baby rabbit in the frame might top it, though perhaps that would be veering into kitsch.) In the dreich days of early spring, I long and long for the day when the crab-apple tree will bloom, the prettiest blossom of the year. And lo, that day is arrived.
It is late afternoon, warm in the sun though chilly in the shade. The sunshine slants through the leaves and blossom.
Blue tits and chaffinches are chirruping and twittering in the old yews. From a sycamore beyond the garden wall comes the bubbling song of a blackbird. The faint scent of the crab apple blossom is crisp and sweet: it smells as perfect as it looks.
No wonder I look forward to this all year.
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