Around every corner, the fuchsias are glowing. The bird cherries have exploded like white blossom popcorn trees and the magnolias are about to blow. There are little leaves on the lilacs but they’re still a couple of weeks away. The thornbush in the back yard has also exploded with starry white blossoms. It’s not really a bush anymore; it’s nearly a tree. I wonder what it is? Hawthorn? Blackthorn? Judging from what I found online, it is either a blackthorn or a cherry plum. I’ll have to pay more attention to the fruit later, but I’m pretty sure it’s not a cherry plum. If it IS a blackthorn we could make sloe gin! haha!
The sky has been a clear solid blue the past couple of days. It was warm today, but breezy. I couldn’t go walking after lunch though because I just had too much to do, especially after missing half an hour for a useless massage. I try to go every other week and I really didn’t want to miss this one, but I COULDN’T BREATHE. All this spring beauty is wasted on the stuffed-up. And trying to relax and get the most out of a massage is completely impossible when you can’t breath. Bah. Stupid allergies, begone!
