On the slope behind our house is the remains of an old orchard. Perhaps Country Boy’s great grandparents planted it, or perhaps it was here even before that.
These days all that is left is the fig tree, the mulberry tree, and a couple of pear trees. We have plans to replant a lot of fruit trees when the time is right.
Spring down here lasts a lot longer than in the mountains – the cooler climate means that the blossom trees bloom for weeks, not just a few days. The pear trees are heaving with flowers, and are looking almost bridal in their covering of white.
Yesterday afternoon we went for a walk down to the pear tree. The sunlight was beautiful, and the air was warm.
Not a day goes past that I don’t remember how blessed I am to be living in this beautiful place!