It’s Apple Blossom Friday, and the semi-serious occasional tradition of this space is to present snippets of poems with a focus on apple blossoms. Alas, we are fresh out. Instead, a snappy alternative — lyrics from popular songs with “apple blossom” in the title. Hit it:
On a farm in Normandy, there resided Rose Marie
She was the pride of the countryside, fair as a maid could be.
Came a lover bold one day, with a most persuasive lay,