The apple trees are blooming. Whenever I view the buds, I hear the Andrew's Sisters singing "I'll be with You in Apple Blossom Time" in my mind. "I'll be with you in apple blossom time. I'll be with you to change your name to mine..."
We woke up to frost. I wanted to complain, but then remembered that last year at this time we still had mountains of snow--frost was the least of our worries. I put a smile on my face and took a photo instead.
I'm in the habit of standing by this window and peeking out at these plants when it's cool outside. Looking good!
Another window. Husband and I have different opinions on this one. He likes it. Me? I wouldn't mind it in another spot, but it's not my favorite for a front door. Replacing it isn't on the radar though. You know what they say. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Mountains of laundry to fold and put away has a way of making me feel rather small.
I love that I can sit here and enjoy our blooming trees. Happy Friday!
There's a new abstract painting on the wall. Art is in interpretation. Do you see what I see?