the beauty of blossom…

The petals are just starting to drift down in flurries silently and gently

there is a scent like honey

It stops us in our tracks daily to gaze and rest our eyes on beauty

Unfurling into Spring on the equinox – leaning towards the sun

Mostly around about here I see the darker purple violet and then, unexpectedly a couple of patches of pure white under the trees

Then these – quietly there with delicate petals suffused with violet