I am taking pictures in my yard. The redbud in my neighbor’s yard looks so delicious I want to taste it, and the young dogwood in mine is teasing me with its buds. In the backyard, the wild cherry tree, over thirty feet high, is awash with blooms, like frosting in the sky. A breeze whispers and tiny white petals fly on sugary wings to the ground. It’s a day when it is impossible not to believe in fairies.