Blossoms between clouds

I took the little digital camera out after supper to get a picture of the orchard. It said there was room for one more shot on the card. I’d used up the rest on the same tree from six different angles, and on a thumb I couldn’t swear was mine.

The light kept going behind a cloud. I waited by the row until a patch of sun moved across the grass and caught the white blossoms. Just as I pressed the button, a gust blew a few petals across the front of the camera.

I won’t know what I got until I put the card in the computer. For now the orchard looks fine from the kitchen window, and I’m leaving the camera inside.