Pink is the colour of Spring in our Valley. Pink is the colour of the cherry trees lining our street reminding me of sugared icing on cupcakes. They are flamboyant, cheerful and spectacular as you drive between them all the way up block upon block. The only downside is that once they are in full bloom, the flowers become fragile and the least bit of stirring breeze causes them to shed. The blossoms never seem to last long enough. As spectacular as these trees are in full bloom is when the spring breezes become strong enough to release the petals of the flowers. That is when the whole street reminds me of a bridal party. Pink petals swirling and cascading down like confetti, turning everything magical.

Marg V