Apple blossoms are my favorite flower. When I was a child, our house sat on a hilltop overlooking Granny and Grandpa's house in the hollow. One of my most beautiful and vivid memories is looking out our picture window down the hill; the spring rains had left a mist around the blooms of those old fruit trees, bright white flowers with pale pink edges and the first hints of green leaves. These brief blooms--lovely and fragile and filled with potential life.
I planted two apple trees in my yard, one yellow delicious, one red. They have a few blossoms this year, and they make me nostalgic.