Posted on 04.04.10 4:38PM under Uncategorized
Often used as a metaphor for life as the blossoms are so delicate and ephemeral. This year, the spring weather was so cold, rainy, and inconsistent, I feared that by the time they bloomed, the leaves would also be out, muddying the pink. But April 3 was warm and sunny and they popped like popcorn. And that evening a few petals started drift down and then the rains came again.
We had one day this year, but what a glorious day it was…
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