In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring. William Shakespeare
No visit to the farmers market was to be had this weekend. Instead, a trip across the country and back. More to come on that.
I left when the leaves on the trees and the blossoms on the dogwood were still wound tight.
But when I returned, they had unfurled their lovely colors.
All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2011
1 comment:
Ahhh, beautiful!
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