Day 67 April 25th
There is a crab apple tree outside our kitchen window and at this time of year pretty pink blossoms bloom on it.
I love the sense of growth that abounds at this time of year.
We first viewed this house in May of 1997. It was a pretty white cottage at the time, referred to locally as the white house. The crab apple was in bloom and near by stood a tree adorned in beautiful yellow flowers. The grass was waist high and the sound of water gently flowing through the drains that surrounded the perimeter of the house gave a restful, peaceful air to the property even though the N4 ran by the gate.
Seventeen years and two children later our gorgeous little cottage has been extended and the N4 has been redirected and no longer runs by our garden gate. Each year the two pretty trees that caught our eye still bloom and I have many happy memories of small children playing underneath both.
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Wisdom of the Sands, translated from French by Stuart Gilbert