|Wanda La Claire
My street is lined with cherry trees and when it rains the weight of the water pulls down the branches until you end up walking into them. This picture was taken at eye level. The water also makes the petals stick to everything. Going for my daily walk means returning home covered in pink flower petals. Once they are on my floor, I have to wait for them to dry out so I can sweep them up. Maybe that sounds annoying but I like it. When the petals are dry, they fly around in the breeze. Today, while I was sitting on my balcony, vehicles would whip the petals into a pink blizzard.
I have no idea how to write blogs so I just write about wacky thoughts that run through my mind and leave a bit of a residue behind.