Each week I feel like I say it was a mixed bag. Mix of weather, activities, moods, experiences. I suppose that's what weeks and years and lifetimes are made up of. I need not feel repetitive when that theme passes again thru my mind.
For a sense of consistency and continuity, let's just say, this week there were trees....
....some even showed signs of spring.
Some continued the haunt of winter.
Some provided shadows and frames.
The Window 231/365
Some began to sing.
Under the Magnolia Tree
Hope you found some songs in your past week too.