Yesterday was a great day: it was a public holiday, the All Blacks had won the World Cup, it was warm, sunny and I went for a walk.
Blossoms. They are spring. On a sunny day, they just look so delightful and fun, like they’re giggling. And they’re so ridiculously frilly. I feel like they should be a little bit embarrassed to be so over-the-top frilly and poofy.
I love trees. I love trees and I love leaves. I love sunlight shining through them. I love the shadows it makes on the surface of the leaves and on the grass, and the way they play as the wind moves them.
Then you turn your face up and let the pillow of light feathers touch your skin, and it almost feels like nothing. It’s soft, but cool.
A single blossom looks so different to an entire branch or a whole tree. Their beauty is different.
Sun + Leaves = Happy
Blossoms = Spring