It’s apple blossom time here in our little town on the coast of Maine. It’s an event that involves hundreds of old, gray, gnarly, lichen-scabbed trees that mostly have been “let go” to live wild and bend under their burdens.
They apparently conspire when we’re not watching and then – now – do a magic trick: They collectively turn into soft mounds of vibrant green leaves, clustered pink buds, and delicate white flowers that are eager to offer their yellow centers to ecstatic bees.
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 24, 2024.)