when i first vistited our house in vermont, it was a blistery day in february as we turned unto my road i noticed the most perfect trees, well manicured, soon i realized it was an apple orchard. in fact the orchard is the whole one point seven miles to my house, every hill covered. when i moved here may first i wondered when they would begin to bloom. we are high up on a mountain and although everything
else was blooming the apple blossoms were barely budding. the lilacs were flowering, i waited patiently. on a round trip from boston one evening in the pouring rain there i saw -they had began to open. the next morning even though the rain was falling pretty hard i knew i could not take a chance of missing them and took my camera with me.
my photographs will never do this place justice, only half the orchard is blooming and the rain on its third day, still falls. it is the most incredible greeting i get when i pull unto my street.
if only you were here to experience the vast beauty of a blooming orchard.
* k took the picture of me in the orchard.