For about two weeks every Spring, I drive by a beautiful row of cherry blossoms on my way home. Every day I look at them and think, I should really come by tomorrow and take some photos. Then tomorrow comes and I say the same thing. Two weeks later, we have a hot spell or a hard rain, and they're gone for another 11 months until I can run through the same routine all over again. I've missed photographing these beautiful flowers for the past four years because of this silliness. Today, I broke the routine and pulled over. It may not be Spring yet, but it boy does it look like it.
My name is Amelia, but you can call me Amy.
I live in lovely Woodinville wine country with my boyfriend, 3 kitties, and our dog, Rocco. I’ve been known to have sass mouth as well as a fabulously charming sense of humor. I love mismatched coffee cups, fancy umbrellas, and shopping for things I don’t need. I am decidedly impractical and, while I consider myself naturally caffeinated, I also love a good nap in the sun.