This year I'm determined to squeeze every last droplet of joy from each day. Well, I say that, I fall far short but sometimes, sometimes I succeed. Our nearest tree of blossom is now in bloom which drew me to it, irresistibly to smell the fresh floral scent and to listen to the hum of bees busily going about their business collecting nectar. What a feeling to see the pearly bods of petals half ready to pop. It's utterly gorgeous up close and looks divine in a simple glass vase.

For some reason the blossom petals make me think of ballet, I can't quite put my finger on it... Maybe like delicate tutus or such a delicate presence.
The light almost beams through the papery thin petals.

Leaves unfurl way ahead of schedule in a vase. None of the leaves on the trees are showing but sticking a branch in water indoors makes change happen all the faster.
Sophie