Photo : copyright Kanzensakura ( used with permission)
We have an old apple tree in our yard. There used to be three but over the years weather and disease got the best of the other two. Some years this old tree blooms abundantly and we have a harvest of misshapen but delicious apples at the end of summer. Birds nest in its branches and deer feast on the fallen fruit. Our granddaughter loves to play in the twisted branches. Every spring, as those lovely delicate white flowers begin to appear, we wonder if this will be the year we get a late freeze and will our old friend survive to delight us another season.
with coats of winter white
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