The
Final Month of Spring
The deep blue stripe
of the sea spreads out before my gaze as I crest the hill, telling me summer is
coming — the season of holidays, of beaches, is nearly here. I come
home and see that overnight my frangipani tree has covered itself with flowers.
Rosemary, you are on the cusp of heat and I on cold! It's been snowing hard all day. Smell the blossoms for me.
ReplyDeleteOh Barb, I couldn't live where you do - though I do see from your photos how very beautiful it is.
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