First Signs

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Green sprig, crimson pop –
ornamental precursor
to giving season.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

6 thoughts on “First Signs”

clarecinnamonauthor says:

December 2, 2019 at 11:12 am

Pure loveliness♥️🌲

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 2, 2019 at 11:37 am
  
  Thanks so much!
  
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Deborah says:

November 29, 2019 at 6:17 pm

So pretty! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 29, 2019 at 9:09 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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Cee Neuner says:

November 29, 2019 at 12:45 pm

Terrific photo V.J. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 29, 2019 at 12:52 pm
  
  Thanks Cee!
  
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