My lips will shout for joy
---when I sing praises to You---
and my soul, which You have redeemed.
Sharing some moments of praise under the blossoms, and a little Passover story that unfolded.
As the blossoms begin to scatter into the wind, making a pink carpet on the ground...
wishing you blessoms (blessings and blossoms, that word just emerged) and SHALOM