Apple Tree
There’s an alchemy that happens every spring. On the apple trees in my yard and down the road in the abandoned field, buds swell and soon fill the air with delicious scentof apple blossoms.. The bees waken and buzz nosily into each bloom. Later, in the autumn, the bees will return and grow drunk on the last fermented fruits hanging out of reach for both me and the deer. Apple Tree A sudden gust…
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