
Out there in the sleepy spring yard, smiled one very old fruit tree. How I never noticed her before amazes me.

I can't tell what kind of fruit tree she is...pear, apple or peach. This property once had a small peach orchard, perhaps she's a runaway peach tree. Good for her. xo

Bringing in her soft white petals offer us a small sliver of what the whole valley looks like right now. She stands alone up here on the hill, away from the others. But not to worry, now that I know she's here, I'll be sure to visit with her often.
I can't wait to see what fruit she will be.
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