A delicate blossom has abandoned it's post on a nearby tree.  It's still young, paper thin pedals bracing itself against a very weathered and splintered picnic table.  Perhaps a space once filled with laughter, summer popcycles, and games of tag.  Now, sitting silent after another winter season.  Both sharing the embrace of the mid-morning sun.  However, the blossom's presence signals another chance for summer joviality, backyard burgers, and the scent of freshly cut grass.  The abandonment is perhaps almost over.