If you walk among the rows of trees blossoming they're active with the buzzing of bees. It sounds like the orchard is alive.
Today on my drive home from work I was *shocked* to see all the trees on *both* sides of the road flattened, uprooted, bulldozed into burn piles. I was *sick* I have no idea who or why... probably to make room for another #$% vineyard. But whatever it is, the death of those trees hit me like the loss of a friend.
I came home and described it to DH. I recalled the scene in The Two Towers by Tolkien where Treebeard is not interested in getting involved in the battle between the wizards... until he sees that the forest has been devastated.
"Many of these trees where my friends. Why I knew them when they were just acorns. They had thoughts of their own. There is no curse among elvish, entish or the tongues of man for this treachery."
I usually restrict my blog posts to cheerful or quilty topics, but I am moved.