Friday, April 25, 2008

Pink Snow In the Forecast

Outside our front door is a tree that turns fluffy pink each spring. I believe it's a Kwanzan Cherry, but its name doesn't matter. Pink blossoms like mini-roses form a canopy over our miniscule front yard, branches reaching high against Phil's office windows, and low arching into the still bare branches of its neighboring bush.

Standing at the front door and looking out is one of the pleasures of the morning, to see the sun streaming through pink clouds. We rarely trim it back, preferring to let the tree spread protectively even though that means our tiny front yard is not grass covered. It's a fine trade-off for the shade it provides against summer's heat.

Soon the clouds will break and snow down on the ground, covering it with little pink petals. A couple of years ago a toddler came by during this snow and began lifting chubby handfuls and tossing them over his head. Giggling happily, he did it again and again.

Isn't it nice that one tree can give such pleasure?


Mary said...

Dear Peg,

This is the time of year we can't ignore trees as they showing their finest color. Bright, new, green and rosey petals...ahhh. That's a beautiful tree you show. Lovely photos.

Too bad you didn't catch a photo of the toddler noticing the petals that day. I wonder if he still admires the trees? I hope so. I see so many children unaffected by nature... too many technological distractions and not enough of playing in the mud!

Hugs to you,

Peg Silloway said...

Thanks for stopping by, Mary. I don't know about that child, but driving home from the grocery store this morning I passed a little boy, maybe 3 or so, who was dancing around as his father shook a branch and made a flurry of white petals over his head. A great sight!