march 23, 2007:
Delicate popcorn blossoms of the most tremblingly pure virgin white adorning midnight brown braches pointed straight at heaven.
The Bradford Pears are in bloom.
These trees bring back a lot of memories for me, as they lined the outdoor plaza at my high school. When the trees were in bloom, it was time to eat outside again. Almost time for spring break. Achingly close to the end of the year.
Today the slightest breeze sends a shower of tiny petals floating spinning and suddenly anywhere is a fairy glade. No longer does a black asphalt snake wind its way through my borough, but a white and yellow carpet that seems laid for Oberon's courtly procession.
More than anything, these trees are the heralds of barefoot weather. These trees say to the city: Come! Rejoice! Frolic unshod in the grassy dales! Dine al fresco! Bare your arms! Despair not! for winter is surely over and Spring is on its way!
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