…are blooming along Hawk Mountain road.
Here’s something geopsych pointed out to me…
The fields around them are littered with fallen blossoms.
Though it doesn’t technically fit the definition, I always think of the lake at Bangor dam this way. Especially on a hot humid June morning.
We lingered in the sweet early light. But it was up over the crest of the hill and onto the next stop along the route we love so well. All hail the first of June!
…start your engines!