Tuesday, April 12, 2011
I've had this vision in my mind all winter of the spring blooming trees here in Portland. On cold, grey, windy days, I'd remind myself of hope for spring, and at the center of that hope was the signaling of spring through the blooming trees. That day would come, that day would come.
And it has.
I've made sure to enjoy this fleeting time and to be out and among the blossoms. It's still too chilly for a picnic below the blooms, though we have seen people bundled up, shivering below the cherry blossom trees. Brave souls.
The blooms continue on and as they age, they begin to rain petals, my most favorite and romantic part.
To stand under these trees, being rained on with the gentle delicate petals, I'm showered with spring.
Posted by LeLo at Tuesday, April 12, 2011