Sunday, April 20, 2014


This is the crab apple tree in our secret garden. It's mainly a secret because there are high walls around it and the access is a bit counter-intuitive, e.g., via the garage. One day when I have the money to remodel, I want to install double french doors in the kitchen to look out on the garden. Otherwise, the garden is really visible only through the kitchen window.

Right now, this tree fills the view.

This tree.

This tree is effervescent with bloom, iridescent with color. She shimmers and bubbles, frothing and overflowing the goblet of her setting.

The sight fills me with sheer pleasure, like the coldest champagne, scalding in its intensity. The best kind, where the effervescence truly emerges from the liquid, not forced in carbonation from the outside.

True effervescence arises from within, from the juice of life, popping into the sky, saturating the world.

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