‘Neath the blossom treeMonday, April 13, 2015
'Neath the spring blossom, the floral laden branches; sitting with my back to the trunk, taking rest upon the ground, feeling the cool breeze and dappled shade. The heady scent in the evening is consuming and enthralling, I breath in slowly to let the spring fragrance linger and penetrate my senses. I smile.
The sudden gust of wind shakes the boughs, causing a handful of flowers to dance through the air and flutter to the floor and rest there like wedding confetti. The softest silky petals are nature's visual gift after so many months of bare trees, standing starkly, waiting patiently for their time to come back to life in the warmer days.