blooms...

...and bees

true springtime

i think it’s really here - that thing called spring - temps topped out just - over 80 degrees - suddenly blooms were popping - in the trees and - of all things i spied bees - flitting amongst those blooms

it all dripped with - the powerful fragrance of hope - and what hope brings with it - new life, new beginnings - the anticipation of wonderful change - after so much uncertainty - and troubling times - this is like a - pink beacon of hope - which is, of course leading to...

a

happy day.....