Blossoms make my heart sing ... they're the herald of Spring when all is cold and gloomy
In early bud ... nothing spectacular, but within a few days they burst forth
into the prettiest little blossoms
No wonder Van Gogh loved to paint them
to him they represented awakening and hope
These pics were taken in an orchard not far from home
which in a week or so will be and an absolute mass
of delicate pink and white.