Our Pink Blossoms

Truth be told, I’ve never really been one to walk around outside in the yard just to snap 600 pictures of a gnarly old tree.

Until now, that is.

See, we have this incredible crab apple tree out front that–when the stars align just right–will one day be green and plain and overnight, will explode into this magical, cotton-candy-pink creation that literally takes your breath away.

No kidding. We’ve actually had people stop their cars in the middle of the road and tell us how beautiful our whole street is…

because of this one tree. But look long and hard, because it will only last a couple of days and then, the petals fade and blow away.

Funny thing is, that we’d taken this pretty thing nearly for granted for a couple of years. You know, “Oh, look–the tree’s pink again,” that sort of thing, until one time when it just didn’t ever bloom…at all.

We thought maybe it was a every-other-year type thing.

Then the next Spring we had a hard frost and when nothing blossomed in the yard anywhere, we figured the cold was to blame.

Then last April, we wondered out loud if we had done something wrong or if the tree was old and giving up, or what could possibly be the matter. Almost as if it was trying to soothe our worries, a few scant blossoms appeared…a bare handful, here and there.

So this year, we watched and waited, anxious to see if our tree still had it, or not. And to our surprise, and relief, one day we woke up to all of this…

and this…

and this.

Oh, those delicate, tissue flowers, that beautiful, perfect shade of pink–how we’ve missed you!

Welcome, welcome back.

Luxury Mail

I was sitting at home minding my own business a few days ago when there was a mysterious knock on the door. Naturally, I opened it, but no one was there. Just before I came back in the house, I noticed a funny silver package on the step.

It was a strange, poofy, pouchy bag with an incredible address up in the corner. Ooooh–how cool do you have to be to get a package from Kent, England? Very, I’d say.  Reminds me of Jane’s line from Pride and Prejudice to her sister Lizzy, “What news from Kent?”

But I digress…

Took me about four and a half seconds to tear that little doo-dad open and pour out…

the softest, the smushiest, the most gorgeous wool yarn I’ve ever touched in my whole life. I’m pretty sure I’m in love.

Look at these fabulous colors!! Just think of the possibilities! In fact, I’d like you to help me think of the possibilities.

What would you do with such a beautiful lot of  warm, luxurious loveliness? Tell me–tell me–tell me…

Waiting For Snow…

If no amount of “chanting” will bring the needed Christmas snow to our yard…

then perhaps Mother Nature is handing her scepter over…

to that mischievous fellow…

Jack Frost…

who always manages to add just enough sparkle…

just enough magic…

with one breath…

to tide us over…

till somebody gets serious around here.

Old Man Winter?

Hello?

This Old House

April and I went on a mini road trip this week–more on that later– and for some odd reason…

I couldn’t stop myself from snapping a picture of nearly every little old house that caught my eye–as we drove past, of course.

I’ve always loved wondering “who has lived there?” and “what was their life like?”

I want to walk through the rooms and touch the walls and see if I can just feel the life the old house has known.

My mom used to tell me that if I actually lived in an old, drafty, hot, ancient house I’d get over my infatuation with them…quick.

I think not.

In fact, I’m certain somehow, that it would be much, much worse.

Who–do you suppose–has looked out this window…

and what did they see?

What do you think? Hmmmm?

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