Pinkish
My mother picked crab-apples off the Glasgow apple trees and pounded them with chillies to change her homesickness into green chutney. — Imtiaz Dharker
I was thinking about the cherry blossoms but I was stealing the late night blossoms of the crab apple trees and the sky was midnight blue and the lights of the city strung out over the pond like candies. The crabapple blossoms are at their most intense when they are still tight…



