Pink snow

Our tree, dropping it's blossom, covered our garden with a bright snow-like layer that reflected brightly into the kitchen bringing the sweet hope of spring. But two weeks later, everything's wet and gray and muddy out there. It's been freezing out and we're all going stir crazy and square-eyed, troubled by minor illnesses and generally not ourselves. "I am just not myself" says Ella "my tummy still hurts and I just can't stop coughing."