One of my favorite moments in the Spring is when one or both of our apple trees bloom. This one, in the paddock behind the Pole Barn is especially beautiful when it blossoms, even more so when the sun gives it a kiss in the morning.

I am a slave to color and light, I miss it so when it is gone, winter is a test of my spiritual stamina, Spring refreshes me, I can drink until I’m drunk on color and sky and light.