Between the towns of Robertson and Bonnievale there grows an
ancient almond tree that just takes my breath away when it blossoms every year.
I do not know what happens to the almonds but I am sure that many a pedestrian
travelling that route finds sustenance in its fruit.
The tree is even more spectacular in the light of the full
moon - shining with a white reflected light in the dark landscape.
I love photographing it and being surrounded by the sweet
smell of almond blossoms while listening to the electric buzzing of the bees
going from blossom to blossom busily collecting pollen and nectar.
I am glad that I could capture its visual beauty with my camera because I do not have the words to describe it.
That almond tree must have an amazing story, how the almond that
it sprouted from got there and how it managed to survive all these years. The
almond tree is not telling but I am happy to have it as a milestone on my way
home as it punctuates the four seasons in its life stages every year.
The almond tree is the harbinger of the glorious magic of
spring in the valley for me.
exquisite Thys!
ReplyDeleteThank you Clare , I wish I could include the smell on the blog.
DeleteThe joys of imminent Spring
ReplyDeleteI think Spring is nature's way of showing off.
DeleteI love the notion of those familiar landmarks that not only act as milestones but which also'punctuate' the seasons. Beautiful post.
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