...with the wisteria that is blooming over the patio in our front yard. In the evening, the breeze carries the intoxicating smell through the windows in our kitchen and dining room.
In the afternoon I stand underneath it and listen to the drone of the bees who love it even more than I do.
It smells like Spring, and love, and more than I deserve.
5 comments:
I want to go to there.
What a beautiful post. And beautiful pictures!
C -- come up!
S -- thank you! :)
That's a little gem of a poem right there:
It smells like spring
and love
and more than I deserve.
Well done!
why thank you emilie! i'm checking out your blog right now... great stuff too.
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