I decided I had moved the dust around enough for Spring cleaning to be deemed done for 2015, so therefore I hightailed it out the door for a walk at Council Point Park.
Since my last visit, a week ago today, the trees were having a “coming out” party. Although the event did not garner as much attention as it did for Bruce Jenner, the greening of the Park was a welcome sight after the blah landscape of late.
It was a beautiful morning – the sky was blue, the sun was shining and everything was right with the world.
As I wended my way back and forth to the Park, it was the flowering trees and bushes that stole the show.
Pretty purple azaleas and rhododendrons were in full bloom and the forsythia bushes added a golden glow to an already golden morn.
Though it may sound silly, I was imagining the many flowering trees, if they could speak to one another, saying “who are you wearing?”
Some weeping cherry trees were spilling over with dainty pink blooms and the crabapples were resplendent in their frilly-looking white petticoats. Those magnificent magnolias were cloaked in pinky tones, blushing with their pale, poufy blooms and tall pear trees looked regal as they rustled with millions of showy, snowy-looking blossoms. The flowering trees were all so girly-looking, seemingly competing with one another, as if they were headed en masse to a debutante ball.
How quickly we forget the rigors of our wicked Winter when the beauty of Spring is presented to us in such a pleasant panorama.
The Spring came suddenly,
bursting upon the world,
as a child burst into a room,
with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow