The forsythia branches in the pitcher on the dining table have popped into cheery, vibrant bloom.
On Friday, at a stop light in Asheville, the shape of the tree against the sky caught my attention and I just had time to dig out my camera and get one quick shot before the light turned green.
Also on Friday, heading to Hot Springs at sundown to do a talk and signing for the Friends of the Hot Springs Library, the sky demanded that I stop and take its picture.
And in the morning sun, the amaryllis extended its green tongue a bit farther.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
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