It stops raining, and so we go outside just to take a look at things. The peony might just bloom this weekend.
And maybe the yellow iris.
|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.
|Within the Weeping Cherry|
Living with flair means going outside to just take a look and finding yourself inside a tree.
Journal: Do you have tree memories?