Around to the side of Green House cottage lives a very old, and grand fruit tree. She has been there for as long as my Father in Law can remember (as the Green House is his childhood home) and was planted, I believe by his own mother maybe as long as 70 years ago...
And every year, upon the awakening of Spring, it looks as though she stretches, ever more so her branches, and her perfect white blossomy wings - so this year to celebrate the season - I had a dance with her in the breeze...
Took the air which swirled to make a most magnificent sky,
I brushed my nose to her pollen,
And stepped upon her petal confetti,
Looked high up under canopy,
And wore crocheted blossoms on my cardi, in tribute!
Together we swayed, and I prayed a thank you for her legacy, (and that of the wonderful woman who planted her). I held her tight for a little while, and we saw off the last of the Winter, together.