Every February, a different kind of snow falls on my little town.
The surrounding almond orchards become alive again with the beautiful white blossoms. And the bees are out in full force, working their magic on the blooms. Obviously, with Peter's family being almond farmers, this is an especially important time in the life of their trees. And it cannot be argued that it is the most beautiful. With orchards very near our house, I can enjoy this site on walks, bike rides, and on my drive to work, and I love it. The trees are no longer bare and hard, but lush and peaceful. I count myself lucky to see this change every year.
Maybe one day I will see the blossoms right out my kitchen window. One can dream, right?