i know. it’s a heart. it’s a heart made of flowers. not just flowers. pink flowers. a pink flower heart. listen, i get it. but it’s spring. it’s 80 degrees. we just got our first good soaking rain. you’re with me, right? i mean, i’m not a pink-flower-heart kind of gal. but come on. the toads are singing. the blackbirds just went to bed. i heard a yellowthroat in the cattails today. i insist on being forgiven one heart, early in may, made of pink flowers.

crabapple blossoms

north oaks, minnesota