Blossoming Summer

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.

Lucy Larcom, American poet (1824-1893)

What an awesome sight Mom and Dad's crabapple tree presented this morning. A robin sang in the background and a soft breeze gently held petals as they floated to the ground.

The tree was like a giant snowball of scent and beauty, yet surely the blossoms with their backdrop of blue skies and warm temperatures confirmed the near appearance of summer days.