Oh flowers.
You know I adore you.
Spend extravagant loonies on you.
Stare often, and deeply into your rainbow hues.
We’ve been together forever.
But my eyes have strayed. I admit, it’s been going on for years.
I can’t help it.
I’m head over heels for trees.
If I had to choose between flowers and trees, I’d point up.
It is the tragedy of spring. Our pace quickens with event filled calendars at a time when all we should do is wander and breathe. I wish spring and summer were switched. We could vacation through the beauty of cool days, bouncing on the green then work through the too hot summers.
Every kid right now is looking out the window and wishing she were anywhere but in the classroom.
The trees understand. They hear your silent prayers to escape.
A few hundred and more will do just that this week to see the cherry trees of Toronto’s High Park in bloom.
These trees have serious fans, websites and blogs devoted to their beauty. I have to stand at the back of the line, gushing in private.
Bad rains this week may mean less showy blooms but just about everywhere you turn, you’ll find a glorious spring tree.
It was a long winter. Go hug a tree.
For more on my affair with trees, you may enjoy leaping greenly
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