Blossoms

My Gramma used to tell us a story about my Dad as a little boy. One morning, he went out to the backyard and saw that a tree had bloomed. He ran back inside and said "Mother! You have to come and see what God did overnight!" She loved that story and I always thought it was cute. I was reminded of it last week when I drove out of my garage and saw that all of the cherry trees in my complex had literally bloomed overnight. It was winter the night before, and spring the next morning. I love it!