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| Our unknown tree |
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| The trees flowers are luscious folds of pink and white |
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| Lacy green appearing... |
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| Cherry blossoms |
How do we know when spring finally bursts through the eternal winter? Vernal Equinox? When the center of the sun is aligned directly with the equator? The guy who tells you that is the same one who claims happiness is the absence of severe abdominal pain.
Technically. Don’t you hate that word? On 20 March it is ‘technically Spring.’ Yeah, and technically this year I was up to my technicals in snow. Snow ain’t Spring on my calendar. Ya gotta have showers and flowers and sunshine and be able to sit outside with your shirt off, and it shouldn't be a frozen nipple experience.
We’re racing toward the end of April here in the heart of Global-Warming-Europe. Therefore, we’ve technically been in Spring for over a month. Yeah and technically your granny is a virgin, since the limit on prosecution for unlawful intercourse is 20 years. Don’t quote me on that, especially to your granny.
But, solar assistance has finally arrived. It is about 60ºF/15ºC. Leaves appear as green and delicate as gauze, fluttering with the gentle breeze through the forest. Cherry trees are showers of white. Butter colored daffodils bob their little heads in surprising places. Time to collect those dandelion greens for salad. Tulips popped through the earth and are racing for the sun.
In my backyard’s wild garden, an unnamed tree (any help would be greatly appreciated) has burst open its huge white, pink tinged flowers. Birds and bees float by in abundance. For every flower it seems there are three overachieving bees.
Have you ever wondered about that expression, usually followed by a sly wink? The birds and the bees. Birds I can understand. They sing, warble, call to any sweet someone in earshot. They build nests together. Figure out what goes where and keep the world supplied with baby birds.
But bees? First off, the ones we see are normally females. Secondly, they work their little bee-hinds off until they buzz their last and float away to that big hive in the honey colored sky.
I guess that’s what the expression means: Take time to procreate, but otherwise continue to work your ass off. To me that’s not springtime either. Springtime is the time to lighten up. Have another beer with the guys. Lie about your misspent youth. Ogle that vision of loveliness that just wiggled past. Live a little. What your wife doesn’t know won’t hurt you.
And above all, enjoy the sunshine and flowers.
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| Erica or heather |
