When the cherry trees bloom at the barn, they are an inspiring sight. The trees line the driveway on both sides, and all that luscious soft pink is absolutely beautiful. I've had the joy of seeing them over the course of two spring seasons. Both years, the blossoms met their end in the same way - a storm blew through and the trees quickly lost their blooms in a flurry of petals. This year I knew to spend time taking in their fleeting beauty with appreciation while I grazed Bestie along the driveway.
So funny - in the photo above, the bright pink object in the grass is an abandoned dog toy. The first time I ever saw the toy, a week or so prior to taking this photo, I was driving down the driveway and thought, "How did a hot pink bra end up here??" Just something about the way it was positioned. I know, crazy.
