I adore white, don't you?
There is a profusion of glorious whites and off-whites in our garden and down the road.
Steve's barn is gorgeous with his apple trees and even the humble dandelion decorating the field.
There are still a few fruit trees clinging to their blooms...
Some tinged with pink to make their whiteness stand out...
The scent of white lilac is almost overpowering along the gate beside the studio. I take little breaks to stand there breathing in great lungsful of the perfume and sometimes, it must be admitted, shedding a tear because that was my mother's favorite scent and it makes me miss her so much.
The lily of the valley I showed you last time has bloomed more by the day and I have little sprigs in tiny vases all over the house.
Shall I press some stems in the phone book to save? Hmmmm.
Everywhere you look spring has brought a beautiful freshness with the white we're enjoying.
Even the fences look crisp, and the dandelions along the neighbor's path seem like party favors nature will blow with a whim, to bloom another day.