Every year there are two weeks of pink in our yard as the crabapple tree blooms. Every year I become obsessed with taking pictures of the pink buds, pink flowers, and falling pink petals. This year I seem to have taken even more than usual. When I was young my grandmother brought May Day baskets to our door, rang the doorbell and hid. Slowly this tradition faded away to a memory. This is my May Day basket of posies, left at the door…
Too many photos but paradoxically it still doesn’t seem like enough.
