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  • Spring always feels like a miracle. After months and months of nothing, all of a sudden, a sweet smelling profusion of color. It never ceases to amaze me.

    The tree blossoms are my favorites. Why? Here in the Pacific Northwest of the USA, most of the last 6 months has been grey. Everything is grey. Well, green too, but a lot of grey. Grey and green. Tree blossoms are the first color we see, arriving even before the first blue skies. They are hope of the sunny blue to come, hope that tends to get lost somewhere in February. Much needed hope that all is not lost and the sun will come back out again one day.

    Today I got lucky. We all got lucky. Pink tree blossoms and a few hours of sunny blue, all in one day! Who could ask for anything more.
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