When I saw this photo from glittergraphics I could well imagine how Anne Shirley felt when she caught her first glimpse of the lane of apple trees in full bloom. Do you remember the part when Matthew Cuthbert drives Anne home from the train station to Green Gables?
"They had simply rounded a curve in the road and found themselves in the 'Avenue'. The Avenue, so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched over with huge, wide-spreading apple-trees, planted years ago by an eccentric old farmer. Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom. Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle.
It's beauty seemed to strike the child dumb. She leaned back in the buggy, her thin hands clasped before her, her face lifted rapturously to the white splendour above.
....It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination. It just satisfies me here -- she put one hand on her breast -- it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache." ~ Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
I've never had the pleasure passing under such a bower of beauty, but this lovely photo gives, as Anne herself would say, 'scope for the imagination'. Aren't you glad for the gift of imagination?
Wishing you glimpses of beauty in unexpected places,