White Blooms

I'm so grateful today for all of my white blossoms that surround me: a bouquet of roses from Dean and fruit blossoms on my neighbors tree. Dean kept his tradition if a one rose for each daughter. We walk under the blossoms to get to our nearby park and sometimes picnic under them (with our neighbor's permission, of course). If you stand quietly under the tree, you can hear the buzz of a hundred bees.