The blossom is on the apple tree.
Other trees are making the hedgerows white. Flowers are everywhere in full blossom.
Last night a light mist drifted up the valley just before it began to get dark. I feel so glad, so peaceful, so much as if I live in a land of enchantment and magic that I don't really know what to say. Words don't seem to be enough.
But I do so love this time of year. I feel so much a part of everything. So attached. So enclosed. So free from care. So blessed.
