It is 6pm. Twilight. A light breeze, cool and sweet. The crab apple trees outside our bedroom window are giddy with fragrant white and pink blossoms. As I type this post beside my bedside lamp, I can hear the bells from the convent nearby, a calm lilting chorus. We are back from our weekend Spring break trip. It's seafood for dinner and then we will be off to bed, while I sit up and finish some homework. All's well with the world.
The drum bouquets on our crab apple trees...:
The drum bouquets on our crab apple trees...:
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