You would not think there would be beauty in a rotten apple.
I can see this enormous apple tree from my kitchen window, down the back slope in our yard. In spring, it is resplendent with blossoms; in summer its branches hang low and create a “camp” where my children play; in fall the leaves turn and the apples drop. Only this year, rather than drop, the apples are hanging on into winter.
They are bright ornaments on a bare tree, wearing little white caps when it snows.