Bouquet of Daffodils
The orange tree outside my backdoor is blossoming. Her piquant citrus breath seems to permeate the right-hand corner of my backyard. It's lovely, makes the yard smell so refreshing. The gentle breeze that's ruffling the locks of *Himself (my handsome Macadamia Nut tree) seems to take orange tree's breath away, carry it off up and over the wooden fence to other worlds. Don't you just love this time of year, Spring. Now this may seem like rather an unlikely backdrop against which to talk about... Sign in to see full entry.