We thought our old apple Tree had given up the ghost after the drought last summer and fall. Normally, it blooms early. Sometimes during the first week or so of March. But this year, the skeleton of branches stood in contrast against the trees around it.

The last few days have been in the upper 80s and low 90s and as I stood sipping coffee and gazing through the garden door this morning, I saw some white at the top and on the tips of the lower limbs.

This evening when I stepped down after work, I saw that the blossoms sprang out almost overnight.

I pulled the camera from my pocket and snapped a few frames. The sun had dipped behind the horizon and the light was waning, but there was enough ambient light to have a decent picture.

I thought as I walked back toward the house, that tree is a survivor. And it makes me happy that it decided to stick around at least another year.