fading blossoms.

Growing up, a large cherry tree was perched in my front yard. Springtime meant that the buds would burst open, in fireworks of cotton candy pink. I longed for that day, when coming home meant walking under showers of blossoms.

Now, the trees are being reclaimed by Summer's greenery. Another rite of passage.


meli said...

so beautiful!!!

Supergreensunbear said...

Very pretty, especially love the 3rd one :)

Francesca said...


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