Springtime is ethereal on a fruit farm. Drifts of pale pink and snowy white blossoms line the orchard lanes. Vases filled with blooms paint pictures for us far more elegant than any human hands could ever create. Each bloom, of course, has the potential to become a fruit. We catch our breath with the realization -all hope hangs on the fragile beauty of a gossamer flower. This is a rare luncheon made possible only by a late spring.