A spring breeze whisks about within gnarled limbs; seducing feather blossoms to drift within airy pockets. Old apple trees reign over the space as their blossoms relish in their glory. Bees perform their duties carrying golden pollen from branch to branch.
Soon delicate blossoms will be carried on gentle breezes to add richness to mother earth. A pink hue will blanket the grasses below. Nature has once again out done herself as she displays her beauty for all to enjoy.
It is these moments of quiet elegance we must become conscience of during our daily haste, only a stillness can rejuvenate our spirit as nature gently delivers her gifts.
Debbie Lamey-MacDonald ©
McLellan’s Mountain, Nova Scotia
The apple blossoms are beginning to bloom. I have been anxiously waiting for their appearance! I love seeing them in full bloom. When the blooms are preparing to open they are the most beautiful rose color.
Observing the blooms at various stages is so fascinating. They morph from a rose color to white with soft grey shadows. Their petals are so delicate and gently overlap each other. If it is spring in your area, I hope you get to really observe an apple blossom up close and personal this season!
P.S. I painted the study for this painting in my brother’s backyard. His abundance of old apple trees look stunning this time of year!
May 29, 2016
Today’s Simple Nature Sketch
Two apple trees sit on the perimeter of our property. One is an early bloomer, the other lags behind in its presentation of blooms. It helps prolong our ability to marvel at the beauty of these blossoms. Their arrival is short-lived and only happens once a year.
Viewed closely, small unopened blooms are curled tightly in rose-colored layers. Gently they begin to loosen, moving from a deep rose color to light pink and then white. Their blossoms are delicate. As bright sunlight shines through them, beautifully lit areas and shadows appear.
Their life span is short, but their beauty vibrant and memorable. Breezes pass through open branches, causing bits of spring snow to drift quietly to the earth below. Slowly, the ground is covered in layers of white and pink. Another season has passed; mother nature marches onward at her own beat.
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