It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and the blossoms in town were magnificent.
We stopped in a greasy spoon for coffee and played with the camera on PJ’s phone.
This is a pastel palette filtered picture.
Then we went back out in the rain and looked at more trees. There is something magical about cherry blossoms.
The towns and cities on the west coast of Canada line their streets with Cherry trees and every spring they catch my breath. I have to stop, smell their delicate scent and sigh.
We counted 64 cherry trees in bloom before I was so wet we had to head home. Next weekend our adventure will continue.
Spending Sunday, with someone special, looking at cherry blossoms… wonderful. Now back to editing<g>.
all photos courtesy of PJ