Blossoms in the earliest stage I have photographed yet. Breezy and pink and shimmering in the sunshine.
With a side of vegetables.
From the weekend. Flowers and babies. Babies and flowers. Must still be spring.
Those eyes though.
After a brief but tortuous broken-camera scare, I am happy to have my fifth limb back in action again. And happy for two new additions blooming in my tiny city garden. And happy to be basking in the loveliness that is azalea season.
Three irresistible baby smiles. And then one more. Just because.
Cherry-blossom-babe. It was Elliott’s destiny to be among those tiny pink petals.
καιρός (n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement
The rate at which spring rushes in makes me anxious. In a good way. More magnolias.