Blossom-ey

I like a routine.  I enjoy the expected and if i am honest, i get a little nervous if something jumps out and bites me that i wasn't expecting (metaphorically obviously).  I like that i eat two mini breakfasts every day, rather than one massive one.  (usually a pancake followed a bit later by a small bowl of granola and fruit or porridge) One as soon as i wake, and one a couple of hours later before i trundle to work.  I adore riding my beautiful little pushbike Willow to clear my head, think and switch off a little all at the same time.  And i especially like that i pretty much always ride the same route to the park; and that i always do three laps.  Always.  Even if its pouring, blowing a gale or blizzard-ing (nuts!). Then i ride home exactly the way i came.  I can't sleep properly unless i have a little cup of milky Lady Grey before i go to bed. And don't even get me started on cups.  One particular cup for Lady Grey….a herbal tea cup…another for coffee - madness. I know - nightmare.  

I am exactly the same with what i wear, going through phases with certain dress/shoe combinations; what colour with what combinations; wearing my hair in certain ways…the list would exhaust you, that i can be sure of.  In a rather roundabout way that probably revealed a little too much about my crazy beans; i have been falling head over heels in love with Blossom of late.  And i can't resist its sweet little blooms whenever i pass.  

Grey skied, late afternoon blossom watch on the way home.  I love how the pink is less pink, and yet it still looks like a tree filled with a candy floss of blooms. 

Twilight, skylight and bicycle riding blossom.  Bluer, sweeter and holding onto the last rays of sun creeping behind the clouds.  If i could reach, i bet twilight blossom smells the sweetest. 

 Hair blossom and cheek blossom!  Flowers upon flowers nestled in a messy mop.  Its not real blossom - but its as close as i get for now. 
 Blossom inspired mood boarding on a lazy afternoon.  Loose cotton smocks worn with pale pink over knee socks; slept in hair, worn florals; muted everything.  1950's.  Bees and bicycles and wearing the prettiest knickers.  Floral perfumes and weaving scarves through braids.  Wilting roses.  Candy floss blossom blowing in a soft breeze.  
Blossom dreams. White cotton bedding, heady with the scent of delicate soap powder.  Falling asleep with hair plaited and still damp.  Freckled cheeks.  Rosey cheeks - flushed from a warm candle lit bath.  Rose petals.  Soft cheeks and nude nails.  Falling asleep under the glow of fairy lights and the song of a little bird. 
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Oh Spring.  You've been a long time coming my friend.