One of the things I love about seasons are those moments when they reveal themselves. Like when the leaves turn in fall, or when that first snow falls in winter. Sure, winter is magical during the holidays, and even through January. Then comes that longing for warmer weather, so we wait and wait for the deciduous trees to come back to life and show us a sign that spring is near.
Well looky loo, look at you, so nice to see you again.
Spring is still technically several weeks away, but the first way it reveals itself around here is when the cherry and plum trees blossom. You’re driving around, still wearing your winter clothes, bemoaning the dreariness, thinking you just can’t take it anymore. Then all of a sudden, there’s a sea of pink blossoms around town in late February and it’s spectacular.
I’m not the only one to stop and smell them, I spy my neighbors pausing to appreciate them too. I’m sure you must stop and smell them too when they bloom in your state.
Cherry and plum tree blossoms are one of my most favorite shows in nature, but unfortunately there’s a big storm headed our way, which means we will lose most of the blooms. No fair spring, you’re such a tease.