Orchard

These mornings as the days get longer, I catch the sunrise as it’s further along on starting the day. What a blessing! The array of colors gracing the crabapple trees in the orchard on the slope of Peters Hill is not as dense as the lilacs across the street, but that makes each one stand out. I was about to say “dramatically” but somehow that doesn’t seem the word for crabapple trees. Perhaps that’s my limitation!

For me, it’s mornings like this that allow me to put aside what is going on in our world, our country - just for a little while - and rejoice to live near such a wellspring of natural beauty. I thrive on the juxtaposition of everyday urban images and sounds with glimpses of the natural world. It creates the opportunity, the possibility of remembering what’s really important. Useful, nowadays.