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.





3 comments:

meli said...

so beautiful!!!

Supergreensunbear said...

Very pretty, especially love the 3rd one :)

Francesca said...

gorgeous.
:)

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