Every spring as we drive to church I have noticed this lovely, lonely tree flowering in a field bordered by forest. It's the only fruit tree in sight. This year I decided we might just take some pictures of it. Such a brave beauty.
It's on farmland along Hwy 1 south of Carmel and north of Big Sur. It's so nice that it hasn't been paved over and we hope it stays that way for some time to come.
The fields are full of wildflowers. I remember at one time there were artichokes in these fields. I've heard that the padres brought the mustard to California. The Carmel Mission isn't far from this farm. Father Serra is entombed at the mission.
There's even a nest inside the engine. Nothing goes to waste.
In bocca al lupo. m & v