Under the Pinkness Branch


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.


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