It’s becoming a tradition. Once the crabapple trees start to blossom in our front yard each year, I have to reach for my paints. The branches are bare. Then there are the little green nubs. And then all of a sudden you start to see that brilliant pink and the whole texture of the trees change. It’s a fascinating transformation. This year I linked up with a beautiful quote by R.M Rilke, who in my opinion is an artist with words.