Monday July 29, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
The apple tree bloomed in May with tiny white blossoms. A gentle breeze picked up the scent and tossed peddles into the air. By the end of May the grass became a white carpet. In June small green fists of fruit hung from a multitude of branches. A summer storm shook all the round unripened fruit to the ground. The apple tree rotted from inside out and became a hollow center encircled by curling dark brown bark.
|Oil painting on canvas board Peggy M. Flatley 1964|
Posted by J.N. at 7/27/2013 11:00:00 AM