The Crabapple Trees

It’s becoming a tradition.  Once the crabapple trees start to blossom in our front yard each year, I have to reach for my paints.  The branches are bare.  Then there are the little green nubs.   And then all of a sudden you start to see that brilliant pink and the whole texture of the trees change.  It’s a fascinating transformation.   This year I linked up with a beautiful quote by  R.M Rilke, who in my opinion is an artist with words.

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