Shot earlier this spring from a tree that last year had the best peaches I ever tasted.
Sadly, I did not have an apple and soon my pretty friend returned to ignoring me.
As the harsh winter subsides, spring arrives on soft scented breezes.
A spring storm will pound this property, and hasten its demise as it slides into oblivion.
Our magnificent spring continues, as these two converse quietly.
The only sound heard on this spring day was the sweet chirping of busy birds.
A quiet creek will soon loom larger as the mountain snow melt nurtures the land.