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Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Wordless Wednesday





14 comments:

Spangle said...

Beautiful photos, I love the different shades of pink.

steven said...

aguja - through that lovely synchronicity that hovers over such things i posted about the black cherry tree today and i was thinking about its blossoms and especially how i cannot wait to see them again. these are so beautiful!!! oh my - oh my! steven

aguja said...

.... and the heavy scent of honey and the dizzy buzzing of thousands of bees!

Thank you for your comments!

Dulce said...

ooooh I love almond trees... never saw such a thing before- i mean these beautiful blossomed ones ... if that's the way you feel... me los has contagiado amiga!

Melissa Sarno said...

So beautiful. Cherry Blossoms are my favorite. You are taunting me with thoughts of spring :-)

Elizabeth said...

I wish!!!
Snowing again here.......

Dulce said...

Ok then they are not almond trees but so very similar!
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:)

aguja said...

Go to the top of the class, Dulce ... they are almond trees and blossoms ... intoxicating to stand amongst them at blossom time. The cherries blossom later and further inland.

My Castle in Spain said...

oh yes !! :-)

Olga said...

OMG! Tell me this is not happening right now. Tell me it is only your photos from other year. Tell me it's a dream.
Just seeing them in your blog feels like an incredible stroke of luck.

aguja said...

It is from another year, but I have seen some blossom this year, already, which inspired me to share these photos, to carry us through towards the spring.

T Opdycke said...

Oh these make me long for spring. *deep sigh* Softly beautiful.

Style, She Wrote said...

What beautiful trees! Do you know what kind they are? My parents have one just like that in the front yard. Makes me yearn for home and spring! xo style, she wrote

aguja said...

They are almond trees and they are out now,early, filling the air with the scent of honey nectar - intoxicating if you stand in an orchard of them, drinking in the scent and listening to the music of the ecstatic bees.