Cherry Bomb Blossoms

 

For this month's virtual sketchcrawl, with a challenge of using only three tools.  For me that was a pink pencil, a black pencil, and a black micron pen.  Not even a pencil underlay to sort it all out.  (Which meant that it didn't stay sorted.)

384 days of Covid

 

Easter Morning

My next-door neighbor used to have a camellia tree at the corner of her house, that towered over her roof line, splendid with red blossoms.

When the oak tree fell it smashed most of the plant.  It survived, but in a truncated (sorry) state, ending up as a sturdy shrub.

This spring, after a year of rest, it put out a single bud, a single blossom.  I'm taking that as a portent of hope and rebirth.

The last day

Actually, I got my second shot yesterday morning, so, by rights, that should have been the end.  But 383 is a prime number, while 384 has lots of factors, so this way I'll be able to assemble the lot into a nice rectangle. 

And did an older photo of a young Pearl.