Spring has sprung.
Suddenly, so many pretty flowering trees, colorful plants & greening bushes are everywhere, even along our tiny urban swards. Thousands of daffodils line the roads, tucked into cementy cracks, in memory of nine-eleven.
I’m remarkably happy sitting here next to the river - soaking the sun into my pale, winter-white batteries while I wait for the talent to arrive.
I have no idea what this pink one is called, if anyone knows please tell me.
photo: sprung ©Moya McAllister 2012