At Apple Blossom Time

A celebration of "blossomiest blossom"

While I was away in the Black Mountains, spring happened in my garden. When I left, there seemed to be barely a bud, and yet on my return, the garden was an exuberant mass of frothy pink blossom and bluebells pooled underneath the canopy. I felt a little cheated. It was wonderful to see, but dislocating. I had somehow missed the build-up and anticipatio…