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Springtime on Blueberry Hill is almost magical.  Out my kitchen window, what once was a view of empty trees and broken limbs, quickly becomes a sea of green leaves.  The PJMs and rhododendrons bloom a gorgeous shade of magenta and the sweet smell of lilacs fill the air through my whistling screened window.  Yes, There’s something special about this time of year.

I’ll have to plant some annuals soon; I’m really getting used to all of this fantastic color out my window.  And perhaps get something to climb that antique ladder too!? If you have any suggestions for good “climbers” I’m all ears.

Thanks for stopping by! XO