It stops raining, and so we go outside just to take a look at things. The peony might just bloom this weekend.
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| Peony Soon |
And maybe the yellow iris.
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| Yellow Iris Almost Here |
The weeping cherry won’t bloom for us again this year, but if we part the leaves like a great green curtain, we can enter a secret chamber. The limbs embrace us, hanging low to the ground. I’m a grown woman, and yet I can’t resist burrowing deep within the tree. From the street, you’d just see a tree with blue garden shoes sticking out from below.
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| Within the Weeping Cherry |
Living with flair means going outside to just take a look and finding yourself inside a tree.
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Journal: Do you have tree memories?
