One Beautiful Thing ~ three

I wish this little apple tree was in my backyard.  What a perfect little hideaway. I would put a blanket right under it, lie on my back and breathe deeply. Oh, could you imagine the fragrance of the air under that tree? And the blossoms would look so pretty against the sky.

I would linger there much of the afternoon, plucking those dandelions and scattering my wishes across the orchard grasses.

I could also see myself picnicking there...some little sandwiches, some ripe fresh fruit, a little chocolate.

And some poetry. Yes.