You can see the old crabapple in full frowsy bloom from the kitchen window as you are sipping your morning Darjeeling, and you resolve to capture it with the Pentax when breakfast is over and the dishes have been washed up and put away.
Along comes a cold north wind while you are turned away from the window and intent on completing your chores.
When you trot out to the garden and stand by the fence looking up, only a few minutes later, there are just a few flowers left on a single dancing branch, but oh how artfully the grass is spattered with fragrant fallen crabapple petals.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
resting easy in elemental