Wednesday, May 14, 2008

My crabapples have outdone themselves this spring. Some years they are spectacular--some years, not so much. The cool temperatures are helping them hold their flowers longer.

I like this romantic poem by Mathilde Blind.

When the sundown's dying brand
Leaves your beauty to the tender
Magic spells of moonlight splendour,
Glimmering clouds of bloom you stand,
Turning earth to fairyland.

Cease, wild winds, O, cease to blow!
Apple-blossom, fluttering, flying,
Palely on the green turf lying,
Vanishing like winter snow