Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Friday, April 30, 2010

Beautiful Lady Wrapped In White

My beloved craggy and ancient apple tree in all her marvelous glory.

Absolutely lovely, delicate flowers that become small, sweet fruit in the fall.

A happy bumble partaking of her nectar.

Industrious honey bees doing their due diligence.

Gathering nectar for the hive.

After a day of self-indulgent woe-is-me I thought it appropriate to show the other side of the coin. As long as the bad is balanced by the good, life stays on an even keel.


  1. There are definitely rewards for your hard work!

  2. To emerge from a barn after shovelling manure to be greeted by that exquisite tree must just take your breath away. Stunning! Thank you for sharing it with us.

  3. OMG! the next time you say a single word about mowing the lawn while you have that to look at I will remind you.
    If I could I would move there to live under that tree until the winter and you wouldn't even have to speak to me. That is one of the most exquisite things I have ever seen. I am stealing the photo and I will make a copy for my atelier.

    You know? I have often wonder why people built churches. No offense to anyone who reads this. If a divine presence is needed to manifest itself I would like to know what other than the smile of a child that can make it more evident than this?

    Never mind about the lawn, take a picnic and sit with Mark under that glorious thing and rest. The Universe is unfolding as it should.

  4. Wowie-zowie! That is so gorgeous! Glorious! Yes, I like the picnic idea alot. I'll bring the strawberries. They're on sale at the market here.

  5. How incredibly lovely ... words and images. I lived in MN for 24 years and still have a son there.

  6. gsc, and this reward I do nothing for, the tree takes care of itself. : )

    Bonnie, it is a beautiful thing to behold. I can see the tree from my office window. How great is that!

    Allegra, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxi culpa. I am repentant and will not complain again. Until the tree stops blooming, then all bets are off! You needn't steal, as I give it to you. Your take on the manifestation of a divine being is one I could almost come to terms with. It's raining, we need it, so we will picnic in our imagination.

    Deb, abso-freakin'-lutely it is! I would sure like some strawberries. If you ever visit Jules you can take a 4-5 hour detour and bring them to me. ; 0

    Helen, thanks for visiting. Since you have a son here you have a reason to visit on occasion. It's a nice place to visit!

  7. That is one supurb tree! Anne's *White Way of Delight*! Oh Sandra, that must pleaasure you through & through when it blooms like that!

  8. swoon!

    startled by life,
    this is reason enough sometimes.

    I'm going to carry that imagine around with me ,

  9. That tree is insane! My god, it must smell amazing! We have a small apple tree in our backyard, smushed up against a sour tangerine tree, and while it has blossoms and pretty delicious apples, it doesn't look anything like yours!

  10. deb, the tree is still beautiful.

    Elizabeth, this tree is very old and obviously healthy! I had a horse trainer suggest I cut it down so I could expand the outdoor arena. Some people have no sense at all! The smell catches you no matter where you are on the place. The lilacs are open, as well as the honeysuckle, so I have a perfumed environment for now.


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