Monday, May 9, 2011

Pink Blossoms How I Love Thee

Next to my parent's house is a grove of pink blossoming trees.  The air becomes heavy with their perfume and it snows pink petals into your hair.  I stood under the trees and just breathed in deeply...if I were a bird I would live in these trees.
I don't think anything is more magical than being surrounded by bright pink blossoms on a warm spring evening. 

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