Driving home down Hwy 16, I passed a bright pink blossoming tree and it reminded me that even if the wind comes up and blows the blossoms off, it doesn't hurt the tree but only spreads the lovely pink confetti all around. This is all part of the process. So gorgeous.
"Even the light snow that had begun to fall had changed to tiny blossoms lazily drifting to the ground...As if that weren't enough, the scent of blooms began to fill the air" --The Shack (2007)
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