I realize not every picture I choose to share is necessarily an aesthetic triumph. Ok. They may not all even qualify as “picture.”
It is the experience in the image I hope you see. Because I probably wish we had been here together, brushing past the bees on the apple blossoms, watching petals fall as we pull a pile of flowers close to our faces to catch their scent. Curling under branches that, growing toward each other across the orchard, make a bridge too delicate and precious to risk disturbing.