When life is at its bleakest in the dead of winter,
and their lyrically dancing forms are held stiff by the weight of heavy snow,
these bare apple trees wedged between a buried hayfield and a stark forest,
intrepidly soldier uphill; their austere beauty a reminder that they will
once again be full of fruit beside a waving meadow and lively woods.
m1nute 
Ah what a wonderful vision of the present moment and the promise of the future!
Saw your comment to Panchi. Love that quote.
So true…the dead of winter… I have a photo in my blog somewhere titled “Dancing Trees” and as soon as i saw these trees i thought of the ones I shot. Love your thought, and tribute.
Thanks, Jane. I’ll drop by your blog and see if I can find it.