Prompt from Lisa Fox,…which stirred old memories

Giant marsh marigolds glow in the sun, cool water runs over my toes. The sound of laughter fills the air. We hold hands and enter into a dell, under a canopy of flowering hawthorn. Its blossom covers the ground, and later our nakedness, for us this is the beginning. And a life time of memories never to be forgotten. Sixty years later a pair of doves join together under the same hawthorn. Blossom and love is timeless, never to be forgotten.

The blossom has been spectacular this year.