I noted with amusement that the first flower of the year was also the very last blossom of the year.
One, bright, yellow dandelion all by itself in the middle.
The joys of suburban living.
I find myself on the other side of the lens. My barber is foreign born, and barely speaks English. I said "trim" and ended up with a…
But to begin with — some background. We live in a rural community. Seventy percent of the town is wooded parkland, we have working farms, hawks…
But I didn't. What's more important though is the simple fact. My weeping cherry has it's first, exactly one, open blossom, but, with many more to…