"Anne blew a couple of airy kisses from her fingertips past the cherry blossoms and then, with her chin in her hands, drifted luxuriously out on a sea of daydreams."
L.M.Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
While driving through town these days, I'm prone to distraction. Along every street, singly here and there, or marching in grand allées (de grandes allées in French) in front of houses, cherry trees are blooming. In parks. In empty lots. Pink clouds of sweetness. Sure signs of spring. Although the skies may alternate grey and blue, although the wind blows chill, spring is well underway. Hooray for spring, I say!
Linking to Mosaic Monday, hosted by Mary of the Little Red House. There's sure to be more posts welcoming spring there.