This morning I stepped out for a soul-filling photo shoot. The world was rain-laminated; yesterday there were crazy winds that brought down some twigs and branches but (fortunately) not very many petals. Everything felt brand-new, they way it does only in springtime after a rain.
Have I mentioned how much I love my neighborhood? I mean, the people are great, but the springtime bulbs and flowering trees are why I really love it. (Just kidding, to neighbors who read this blog!) I'm a country person at heart, but this time of year, I bravely concede to the romance of a flowering tree-lined city street.
As long as there's magnolias in the world, you'll find me gawking on street corners in April, wowed by the creamy pinkness of those bashful petals.
This fallen fellow is a Norway maple flower. Maples have such pretty flowers, but everyone always goes for the weeping cherries and dogwoods. Poor little guys. I like 'em, though. They're green.