The spirea and cherry trees are also perfectly puffed full of themselves with flowers, along with a pretty flowering white bush whose name I don't know. We walked all around the neighborhood, greeting other evening promenaders, and up on to the hill to blow wishes on dandelions and follow the sun back down to our home. Across the backyard, the horses and pony were hanging out grazing. Usually they run away when we come near, but they must be used to the kids now, who are endlessly laughing and bouncing on the trampoline, as they just pricked up their ears and continued with their evening meal of fresh spring grass.
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Anyone know what this bush is?
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