Flowers are blooming and Mother Nature is tatting tiny leaves and blossoms on all the branches. Our cars have a greenish cast, and windshield wipers stir the washer fluid into pollen soup. Forsythia bushes and flowering trees, especially the red buds make me sigh contentedly. Fall is my favorite season, but the older I get the more I appreciate spring, although I am not fond of rain and storms.
I am reminded of a springtime long ago when I was walking the trails at Powder Valley Nature Center with my granddaughter who was about six years old. She spied a plot of newly planted saplings that were about four feet tall. Ashley tugged me by the hand and shouted excitedly, "Nana, look at the newborn girl trees." I asked how she could tell they were girl trees, and she said, "They all have pink ribbons on their trunks instead of blue."
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Oh Linda, that's a cute story. Gave me my chuckle for the day. Sincerely, Susan
Susan,
I am glad to make you smile. Lord knows, my oldest granddaughter, who will be 21 in Oct. has given me so many laugh lines. She was precocious, had above- average intelligence (was not a geeky kid, just always thinking) and she understood humor. She still has a quick wit and makes me smile.
What a lovely memory. From the mouths of young ones comes words of truth.
Our lilac bushes are in full bloom and smell wonderful!
Spring certainly has "sprung", hasn't it? What a beautiful season!
Cute story!!
Hi Donna, Pat and Becky. Thanks for your comments. I love lilac bushes, ahhh what a wonderful fragrance!
That was a cute story and you should see the lilacs on my bushes! Whew, how I love the smell.
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