Victor's Orchard
Many years ago, my father-in-law planted an orchard of crabapple trees.

He cleared a section of woods, planted each tree by hand, watered them through the dry summers, and  carefully wrapped each in wire so the deer could not eat them in the winters.

Over the years since then, the forest has overgrown the orchard.  Bears have sat in the trees and crushed their limbs.  A few have died, but some have thrived.  And each spring, many still bloom.
spring textures pinkflower crabapples flowersplants