I don’t have many words to use anymore. I am spent. So I leave you with a photograph of a snippet of happiness. Children and bubbles, long summer evenings. And a man spreading joy.
The street is empty; a lone light glowing in a golden halo of its own illuminates the pale darkness of twilight, with an almost fairy tale light of its own.
The tree at the end of the street has already begun to blossom.
We have had quite a mild winter this year. We had about a week or two in January of freezing cold, snow and frost. But it’s warmed up quickly this weekend. I walked out today with just a small t-shirt on without a shiver! So it’s no surprise the blossoms have been tricked into blooming before their time.
In full bloom, the tree is absolutely stunning. Here is what it looks like now, as the first few blossoms begin to adorn its bare branches.