Sunday, April 22, 2012

Moving out of winter blues into spring hues

On the front porch. The Scott chairs

Papa Mullan's roses. Twenty one buds and still counting

Spearmint growing where ever it wants

The first of the pears

My favorite tree with heart shaped leaves

The tree we lost last year to bag worms. A slow and sad death

New life goes on and smells so sweet.

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