“The apple blossoms were out and the world was fresh and young . . .”
Anne of Green Gables, Ch.XXXVI
The sight of creamy white and pink apple trees in bloom, with their irresistible fragrance, will always be linked in my mind to a sweet family story.
The war had just ended, and my dad, a Flight Lieutenant in the RAF, had returned home from overseas.
My mother was quite taken with this handsome young officer. And he, in his turn, couldn’t quite believe this beautiful young woman was the same girl whom he remembered playing with his pesky little sisters.
After a few short months of courting, they attended a dance at the yacht club in Charlottetown. They were waltzing to Vera Lynn’s “I’ll Be With You in Apple Blossom Time“, when the question was popped.
(Pause the sidebar music to listen)
There was a friendly debate throughout their marriage as to who actually asked whom during that dance. 🙂
But there was no debate about the answer!
Apple blossom time ~ sweet memories!