Dreams of Spring

For the past week or so, my thoughts upon waking have been of summer. Perhaps it’s the romantic thought of winter coming to a close, but I find myself thinking about picnics. 

White apple blossoms

Last night I actually dreamt about walking down an endless path lined with lush, white flowering trees. There were hummingbirds and butterflies everywhere, and all I wanted to do was breathe in the intoxicating scent of spring flowers.

Looking forward to the real thing.


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