The apricot trees blossomed early this spring.  Though they are the first bloomers of all our fruit trees, the buds arrived a little earlier than normal.  If our luck held, they survived the early spring 27-degree frosts.  Yet we had a good number of frosts, so, fruit this year is a question.

Yet the trees have good leaves.  Strong leaves carrying a good edge.  Deep in their particular green—somewhere between the sour cherry and the plum—they speak well of their ancestors.  Fall ancestorial leaves who gave all of themselves—their nutrients, their chlorophyll—back to the tree before sealing their stems off from the tree, turning yellow and dropping to the ground.  Today, we enjoy the wholeness of their existence: bright and beautiful.

Morning coolness still lingers well in these days who are beginning to warm.  Warm who reminds us that apricot tree leaves will hold shade well, who in turn, will hold us well this summer.  Life given and life returned speak to tomorrow’s summer moments of life and wonder.