Five years ago, son Zach planted an orchard in a corner of a pasture. Since then I’ve irrigated, mulched, fertilized, and pruned those apple, apricot, and pear trees—with only one measly apple to show for my trouble. But, lo and behold, we now have blossoms! Not very many, mind you, but definitely an enchanting sight. This fall, perhaps I'll be writing about the apple pie I just baked!
“…For he who touches you, touches the apple of His eye.” –ZECHARIAH 2:8