I had almost given up hope of taking any blossom photos this week. There’s some around where we live but it’s all in people’s gardens and I didn’t think they’d be pleased with me just walking in with my camera.
However, on the walk to pick Freya up from school on Friday night, I noticed a sprig of cherry blossom on the ground. It had either snapped off in the wind or someone had pulled it off. Either way I wasn’t going to just leave it there. Once home again, I popped it in a tub of water and it revived beautifully.
I’ve pressed a couple of the buds as I’m attempting to make my mum a Mother’s Day gift. My first attempt didn’t turn out quite as I’d wanted but I’ve been adding to it and it’s looking better now.
After ballet yesterday we had a wander around Norwich and Chapelfield Gardens was awash with spring flowers.
Has spring sprung where you are? If you’re in the same hemisphere as me.