

Sometimes the last days are even better than the first for a blooming tree, because when the wind blows, sweet pink petals float to the ground, like a delicate, pale snow. (But, SO much nicer than real snow!)
(The 2nd photo was clearly inspired by dear Susannah, who's own picture is a million times better than mine. But, I was there with the shoes so I had to take a shot. xoxo- A.)



































