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.
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.
Fresh spring blossoms are welcomed as proof that winter is thankfully gone.
An image left over from this spring which was glorious and renewing.
A weed that flowers brilliantly, bindweed is noxious but very pretty, like an ex-girlfriend.
Greens, yellow, blue, white, and a touch of grey, or silver.
An absolutely psychedelic looking tree found earlier this spring. Life is a trip.