Saw this while driving this morning…

Rosy Apple blossoms

We have a street in our neighborhood which is lined with crab apple trees, and for about a week and a half every spring, they bloom and it’s like driving down a pink-and-white flower tunnel (smells good too).  Then it rains, and the curbs are striped  with rosy apple blossoms.  Sigh.  The end of an era (okay, a very short era).  It was fun while it lasted.

This month, we’re encountering a few bigger endings. Continue reading