Saturday 12 March 2011: Plumage
Everything blooming in the Arboretum seems to have curls and feathers, joyous tendrils reaching and waving and getting on with life. I flit from one to another like the diving hummingbirds, reveling in color and amazed by the exotic shapes.
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