We spent a long weekend away. At home our blossoms are still patiently waiting for the right moment to burst forth; not so in places south. So many clouds of mauve, lilac, pink, and white everywhere! Cars that had parked under these trees looked like they were painted with pink polka dots. In some places, you might think it had just snowed! (But we're done with that snow stuff, right? Right?!?!)
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
--William Shakespeare
"The Tempest", Act 5 scene 1
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