Thursday, October 9, 2014

The small joys of spring

I couldn't resist picking some of the gorgeous blush pink blossoms from a wild apple tree at the start of my road today. Aren't they just the sweetest thing? Nothing says spring more than fruit blossoms, delicate and soft against the crooked rough branches and deep green leaves. Apparently my Nanna Norma, who I never had a chance to meet, loved filling her house with apple blossoms, so I feel particularly special about this little row of blooms in the sweet teal bottles I couldn't resist from Typo on a recent Melbourne trip!

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