I think I have just fallen in love with apple blossoms. I have never known them so personally before. But four years ago we planted a Granny Smith tree in our yard, and after some false starts -- well, a start can be false and true -- this year we have some blossoms that have completely captivated me. The translucence of the petals and their call make me wish I were a bee.
This was an early morning picture, and when I noticed that one of the leaves was embellished with a contribution from a bird, I went back and "removed" the embellishment. But the light at that point was not the same, and the petals were not either. So life, with all it's imperfections -- (and who is to say that this is an imperfection anyway?) -- is breathatkingly and captivatingly perfect as I saw it first this morning. And from this point forward, now in my 71st year, I will remember that. And whatever prompts me to correct it, I say unto you, quite respectfully and with kindness, please step aside. Let me see it as it is, and appreciate it. Living, is, after all, the point. All of us move towards what makes us whole. And for me, this picture, this particular morning, moved me. I am so grateful.
