"If an apple blossom...
...or a ripe apple...
...could tell its own story...
...it would be...
...still more than its own...
...the story of the sunshine that smiled upon it...
...of the winds that whispered to it...
...of the birds that sang around it...
...of the storms that visited it...
...and of the motherly tree that held it and fed it...
...until its petals were unfolded...
...and its form developed."
~ words by Lucy Larcom ~
~ photos by me,
of the gorgeous blossoms
that are currently adorning our neighbor's apple tree
in extravagant splendor ~
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