A blossom from my very own tree. Well, my wife and I share it, truth be told.
To survive another Colorado winter I remind myself that spring will be magnificent.
Yesterday lives right beyond that door and if you venture deep enough you can reclaim ten thousand of them. At that point, the future is an unknown. Going in?
Light and shadow do a delicate dance as fresh pollen calls for bees.
Pretty blossoms precede the ill tempered tiny fake apples on this tree.
…and so too is the building he was living in.
The treasure that is spring continues to produce splendor and beauty.