Dance in the Orchard

When the leaves of autumn take a breather, they fall dropping colored reminders of their curtain call. Winter's bare branches show the icy pall of death - but underneath lie seeds waiting for a first breath. With the advent of spring comes forth revenant life; shoots from those same branches are abundantly rife. Skipping through the weeks to summer, from limb to limb spring's blossoms have borne fruit in that brief interim.