My eyes have been joyful lately, seeing beauty everywhere. This last month has been full of blossoms and blue skies, and I grabbed as many pretty shots as I could along the way. It’s not quite spring, technically, but there’s plenty of springtime magic to behold.
See the star?
The early spring light is sometimes warm and buttery, sometimes watery and wan.
Trees stretch their lacy blooms skyward.
Tiny lawn flowers seem to say, “Winter has no power over me!”
The almonds in particular have put on quite a show, and the quince is by far the sassiest of all.
Demure snowdrops sway quietly on the edges, like girls at a cotillion.
My favorites, perhaps, are the plumb blossoms. They arrive in a rush; one moment the tree is bare, the next it’s enveloped in a cloud of pink. They don’t stay long, just a brief spell. Then they float down to the ground, whole flowers intact, and the earth below is transformed into fairyland.