Quietly, the trees wake up with small buds starting to swell.  Almost unnoticeable unless you are looking for it.  A hint of green along the bark and then one morning it appears like someone glued popped popcorn kernels along the branches of the cherry trees.  The trees bloom in succession. Each one in bloom long enough for the next tree to open and start cross pollinating.  The blueberries hang out their bell-shaped pale green blooms in an understated way and the pear tree blooms make their quick appearance.  Small bursts of color ranging from white to pale pink, to coral to a raspberry red make their way across the yard. A new day, a new week, a new tree has put forth its promise of fruit later in the year.  The apple tree dances with color as each grafted in branch blooms just a fraction of a day later than the first as if it is creating a wave.  The presence of the fruit trees gives a permanence to the place because of the time it takes for them to mature and give enough fruit. The stacks of wood for future projects arranged in the background and the ladder waiting for the cherries to ripen make me feel rooted in this spot that is full of promise of gifts to come.