This was the view in my old and overgrown apple orchard a few years ago. Yesterday it rained here, then snowed, and lastly hailed. Maybe it was more like May when the photo above was taken, but that sure feels a lot further away now. I woke up this morning to an icy sheet covering everything, a rather painful reminder that spring weather can be a very fragile thing in the Northeast. Photographs provide me with a window into a different world, one where it’s green and pleasant and the garden is alive again. Someday soon, I am keeping my fingers crossed, I will see the white flowers bloom, abuzz with happy bees, and smell their sweetness. But until then, I can live vicariously through my memories.