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I went on photo safari round the warm-enough garden this afternoon, and realised somewhere among the moments that this is the 7th.
Good Timing, amidst my lost-in-timelessness-thru-lens, and the timeliness of all the Beauty, in the first warming Springy days.
I especially appreciated the loveliness after my spell of fevered Winter, a spell of three weeks in hospital, and already more than three weeks convalescing at home. Healing is going splendidly.
Today brought my first glimpse of Proper Blossoms. I had seen only the fattening buds, till I peered through my NowCamera. It's a thrill~jolt like seeing a True Love again, seeing the first flowers, I find. Every Year: Boom!
Snippy and the littler fellows are all flittering about, enjoying the beams, too.
And even the erstwhile gone-dead Poinsettia gift from the wayback fevered/festive spell, is booming out some fresh new growth. Clearly quite keen to be here, still.
Altogether a lovely Saturday afternoon, in March, in two thousand and fifteen, overhere.
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