A Photo Essay on Why I Love the Spring
by Bonnie Johnson
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| Apple trees blossom ... |
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| ... new growth appears on the old hill slide ... (red convertible sits at the bottom of the hill) |
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| ... spring begins when Baby Blue-Eyes peek through the dried grasses ... |
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| ... pear tree in blossom ... |
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| ... rain begins to fall up The Narrows ... |
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| ... worms in a puddle on the road ... look closely ... hard to spot (slightly left of centre and shaped like a question mark) |
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| ... for the cloud-lover, Rebecca ... |
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| ... new ferns ... |
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| ... hail in the strawberry patch ... sorry Alberta, but that is the best B.C. can do for hail |
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| ... the sunset mirrors the colour of apple blossoms ... |
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| ... cherries bloom between the two cabins ... |
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| ... a typical meadow in the Spring ... |
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| ... a glimpse of an evening paradise |
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| ... the sun sets on a perfect day ... |
sigh. perfection...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos. Thanks for posting them so I could be there with you.
ReplyDeleteThe spring I was at the lake, my favourite things was the blossoming cherry trees between the two cabins. When I walked past them, I didn't want to stop breathing in. Everytime I exhaled, I had to stop smelling the flowers -- that seemed like a real drag.
Breathtaking and amazing. Moiya, Arta and I spent last night and all today filing through our memory banks, bringing up loving and touching memories of the past family experiences. What a treat for us!
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