The apple is ingrained in the history of this land on which we walk.
First, there were the Native Americans, then Pioneers, Lord Fairfax, and a young George Washington.
After the conflicts of the French and Indian War, Daniel Morgan and Gen. Braddock, the Revolutionary and Civil Wars, the wagon industry gave way to apples.
So important to its people and the life of the land, a spring festival announced the beautiful blossoms, in all their natural glory, that would give way to the orbs of many colors.
Since 1924, this joyous occasion was interrupted only by WWII.
Now, another war interrupts the joyous celebration. Yet, we follow the advice as Bon Jovi sings, “If you can’t do what you do, Then do what you can.”
I hang my wreath and my flag. I reminisce with my scrapbooks. I wear a face mask in pink and green. I Zoom with my friends, I watch a virtual parade and Facebook memories.
The blossoms will still bring the apples in the fall, and we will fill the streets again. We are Forever Apple Blossom!