“Apple
orchards, the trees all cover'd with blossoms;
Wheat
fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;
The
eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;
The
yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;
The
aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.”—American poet Walt
Whitman (1819-1892), “Out of May's Shows Selected,” New York Herald, May 10,
1888
I
must confess here to a bit of poetic—or, to be more accurate, photographic—license.
I took this picture a year ago, but it was not in one of the apple orchards
that Whitman memorably conjured up here, but on the street where I live in
Bergen County, N.J.
Still,
I hope I’ll be forgiven. The image I wanted to preserve here was one of beauty—and
one that, perhaps, so many of us can use now, stuck as we are in our homes more
than we want to, amid this coronavirus outbreak.
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