I placed the tulips on a precious table cloth my mother embroidered in detail with her aged and shaking hands, fingers that tediously created a gift of love.The glorious apple blossoms trying with all their might to create an apple to please, but perhaps will never come to fruit. The blossoms themselves give joy and promise. This is the last rose of winter, so high it can only be seen up close from my balcony. As we arrived home Sunday evening, the fragrance of freshly opening citrus blossoms overwhelmed me and instantly reminded me of the month I became engaged to my sweetheart 41 years ago.
Snowflake, Arizona Summer Skies -
1 year ago