These photos were taken over two months ago, sometime in early April, which means that we are in mid-June. Mid-June?! How could that be? Where does time sprinter to? I cannot afford for June to end just in fifteen days, but the probability of that happening is almost 100 to none, whereas the possibility of that happening is a tad lower. When it comes to the possible, pretty much anything falls within the realm of the potential.
I don't know the name of this tree, but the flowers bursting out of its branchy seams are just delightful. White with just a delicate touch of radish red. Just delightful.
The tree no longer bears this particular semblance. All of the flowers fell on the ground, and at one point or another they were blown away by untimely, erratic winds and washed away by constant rains particularly in May.
Lucy? (the name)
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