Roughage

There's a tree on the left, just out of sight, that dropped this amazing amount of dried blossoms. Maybe on my next walk I'll pay more attention to the tree itself. I'm not sure I'd want one in my yard so I could use all this in my garden beds, or if I'd want to avoid the tree to save myself the trouble.
The days tend to both drag along, and to speed by. A couple of fine hours sped by today while I totally filled the yard debris bucket; at the same time, I waited to hear word of how Becky is today. Turns out her today is much like her yesterday. I wonder how she feels about the speediness of days compared to how they can also drag along.