A nice slow rain drenched the land through the night, and brought down with it the first showers of cherry blossoms. The little green pod thingies are also dropping from the trees, pods that contained the first of the green leaves, now slowly but surely unfurling.
Nature, too, has its daily grind, its seasonal, annual routine of birth, growth, maturity, decline and death. I wonder if Mother Nature gets impatient, just as I do. Is her impatience marked by sudden storms, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes and the like? Or am I presuming too much, assuming that my bouts of restlessness are linked to the natural rhythms?
Presumptuous or not, I am enjoying the yearly phenomenon of collecting discarded tree blossoms and pod thingies in my hair as I walk down the street. It's like a blessing, a springtime ablution, to stand beneath a tree while the petals flutter down. It's like heaven, really! Get out there and stand beneath a cherry tree that's shedding. You'll see what I mean.
I love spring!
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I like the idea of this confetti wafting down on you as you go along --
Soylent Green is people.
I would love to be rained on by cherry blossoms ... I'll be right down!
Call me crazy, but those fuzzy, just-out-of-focus yellow leaves? They look like melted Peeps.
They're so tiny, too tiny to be peeps. Out of focus on purpose, I need to say.
Cube - may Charlton Heston rest in peace! Amen.
its only just starting over here, the crazily pink blossom. i'm sure now whenever i see it i'll think of you, reya.
:o)
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