Outside our front door, for about 2 weeks in the spring, we are treated to one of God's eternal miracles: a flowering cherry blossom of gossamer pink petals hot pink at their center. Standing beneath it, looking straight up, I'm always surprised to see that it's far from a peaceful arbor. Bees hovering like mini helicopters one minute and darting like pinballs the next emit a low drone of activity that plays bass to the soprano trills of a pair of robins in the next tree, flirting and fighting like tipsy lovers.
Spring has come, ready or not.
Today I will tilt my head back under the blossom once again, and speak aloud my joy.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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