Last night I was in a hurry to get some things done before the holiday weekend. I headed out to the garden and hooked up the hose for the first time this season. As I attempted to throw the sprinkler head in the center of the garden over the fence, a beautiful smell hit me like a slap in the face. Oh, the crab apple tree blossoms perfume the air in such a lovely way it makes me want to cry. With 4 crab apple trees and one Haralson apple tree in bloom, my yard will be like a fairyland this weekend. I don't like perfume and I don't like artificial scents like potpourri or smells that come out of a can. But give me a crab apple blossom or a lily of the valley or a lilac or a rose and I will just melt.
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