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Small Town is well past the peak of blooming beauty. We had several weeks to enjoy vibrant trees all over town, but now we're just about all green. With the exception of a few dogwoods that are hanging on for dear life, Small Town has its summer play clothes on and is almost ready for popsicles and sunshine and a very cold Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade straight out of the bottle.

There are several streets in town that come alive in the spring. They look like ordinary streets most of the year, but in April and May, you want to reroute your trip through town just to drive under their canopy of blooms. At its peak, Slingluff, named after a founding father, is like a giant trellis of white. Broad Street is lined with a dozen of the lushest looking flowering trees I have ever seen. And the front yards on Walnut are dotted with beautiful colors mixed throughout the evergreens. Before spring winds shook free all the flowers, I caught a shot of these few trees nearly on fire.

They inspired this—I don't like how this turned out at all, but I decided I can't only show you the good stuff. You have to see the bad, too):

Happy National Love-a-Tree Day

Comments

dive said…
Wow! Those look good enough to eat, Robyn.
8:33 AM
savannah said…
i love on broad street! but, with oak trees with spanish moss hanging from them! xox
9:33 AM
Scout said…
Dive, so you think they look like ice cream, or what? I suppose they do.

Savannah. Now, Spanish moss would be difficult to paint.
10:09 AM
Mrs. G. said…
Dive is write-those do look good enough to eat-like floral cotton candy.
3:10 PM
Shan said…
What beautiful trees Robyn! I like your animated picture of them too. Our weather here was good enough to....well if not eat then at least be outside all day soaking it up. I painted some trim on my shed. Have a good weekend. :)
10:05 PM
MmeBenaut said…
Those trees are magnificent Robyn. Are they Dogwood trees? I don't think we have those here.
And I think your painted trees do look like strawberry icecream cones and, as Dive says, good enough to eat.
11:23 PM
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