It's Apple Blossom Time

 

If you have been following me for awhile you will know that a little historic apple orchard calls to me every spring and I must go! I go for the blossoms, blushed with pink. And I go for the peace and quiet of just walking there. It seems that very few are called to visit there; so I usually have it to myself for awhile. It restores my soul from the cold winter. It just makes me smile. And I remember as a young girl walking under similar blossoms only in another time and place.

This time my "live-in gardener" walked with me. But really I think we each were in our own bubble of memories and contemplation.

"The apple blossom is also symbolic of long life, and "it stands for the concept of life continuing, even after we endure a 'death' during the winter of our lives." 

I didn't know this until I started writing this post. 

Apple orchards include memories of family gone, but not forgotten.

With this visit I took some tea in among the blossoms. A single table sits there just for me. At least that is what I tell myself.

The day was a bit chilly and a warm cup of tea was just what we needed.

I breathed in the scents of blossoms, soil, and grass all around.

I savored the moments.

Even the dandelions scattered in the grass made me smile.

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 Algers Jr. 

 

Have a terrific weekend, dear friends!

Celebrate spring time and the blessings of Easter.