The Mad Scorpion

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The tree at the end of my street is blossoming again. It changes the view something chronic. A smattering of colour on an otherwise grey and green palette.

Which still remains even after the clouds roll in and the light fades...

Hey watch this, now you see it...

Now you don't...

I quite like the pattern of moss on gravel...

It reminds me clouds in the sky.

I like this weird, flat and square tree too.

It's way less 3D than it seems, and is only about ten centimetres in width, tops.

And then we reach the corner...

and see the full glory of the blossom tree up close.

...it makes for a smooth transition from home out into the world.

(*nb. No, I don't consider walking into Carterton going out into the world.)