Even when I was a kid I had a thing for branches. I clearly remember my mom bringing in a branch with tightly closed buds and feeling bewildered by it. It was too early for blossoms but magically they opened in the warmth of our house and that was enough to hook me for life. It's one of those simple things that can bring a lot of joy when the days never seem to get lighter and the rain just won't let up.
Photo's | Janaki Larsen