“Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.”
—Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
As summer marches on, I’d like to remember the buds of spring.
The cherry blossoms, the magnolias, the tulips, and the pear blooms.
Yes, the daffodils, too.
And the tended gardens.
And also the wild ones.
And the tiny buds that greeted the crisp sunny mornings.
When spring was young.
“We don’t remember days; we remember moments.”
– Cesare Pavese
And these moments, when spent with loved ones, become happy memories.
What a wonderful post! I loved the photos and the memories they evoked.
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Thank you, Egidio!
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I really enjoyed reading this post. Thank you.
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I’m so glad to read your comment. You’re very welcome.
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Wonderful, really! Thanks Nes, for your beautiful captures.
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You’re welcome, Teresa. Appreciate your comment very much.
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Lovely photos Nes!
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Thank you, Anne!
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