Every flower here is within four minutes of my front door, and every bunch of flowers is from a different tree. A soft breeze is blowing off the ocean this time of year, and it sends the scent of these flowers into my house each evening. Ah, bliss.
Every flower here is within four minutes of my front door, and every bunch of flowers is from a different tree. A soft breeze is blowing off the ocean this time of year, and it sends the scent of these flowers into my house each evening. Ah, bliss.
SchinyDays - What it looks like from my neck of the woods, wherever those woods may be 