One morning in April a few years ago I was overcome by the scent of Apple blossoms. How did I not know they smelled like roses? So does service berry, or shadblow. The apple blossom may be late this year, but they are here now and they are wonderful.
This particular apple is Hawe’s Crab, supposedly Thomas Jefferson’s favorite cider apple. I had dreams of making cider or jelly from them, but the squirrels steal every single one every year, and so I just get the bloom. Which is enough.