The dogwood tree at the bottom of my parents' garden is in stunning bloom - layer upon frothy layer of blossom. Unfortunately it was a chilly grey morning, and therefore it wasn't easy to commemorate it in any way that did it justice. It now seems a very long way away - in a hotel room in Albuquerque - back to LA tomorrow (travel plans made a long time back in a way that of course ended up not making a whole lot of logical sense). And I can't tell whether there are wild winds blowing around outside, or if it's a whistling elevator shaft ...
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