Doing portraits of nature sitting up to be noticed for a bit of procreation, I could not stay away from the blossom that means romance not only to the tree, but also to us. Trouble is, they are so luscious, how could art evoke anything other than a pale imitation of the feelings nature gave us to feel when we see one? All I can do is hope you’ll look even more intently at the next apple tree doing its thing. A rose by any other name…. is an apple. Malus domestica, fam. Rosaceae.