Someone once told me the name of these trees but I don't remember now. They flower very early every spring, beautiful pink lotus-like blossoms, and if I am not careful, I will miss this great extravagance.
There are three of these trees along the curb in front of this brick home, and there are only a handful of days when this glory of pink sits among the bare branches. Soon green leaves will mix with pink petals, and then the petals will all fall. They are already falling, as you can see.
But on the years when I am lucky, I will turn down this street rather than another street, and there will be this great burst of pink Spring to greet me!
I find it mind-boggling beyond words that while we are entering spring, the southern hemisphere is entering autumn. I would probably love spring as much as I love autumn if spring did not mean the long hot summer was drawing way too close. But I may have found a way to have both spring and autumn together, by peeking as often as possible into a lovely New Zealand blog:
Kerri of Songs of Light will entrance you with her exquisite photography, her beautiful bird silhouettes, and all the lovely bits and pieces of poetry that she puts here and there in her posts. And, sometimes, she lets us have a glimpse of the fantastical layers of clothing that she wears out and about in the world. She is a walking poem in her twirly skirts and lacy petticoats and wonderful leggings and boots.
As for all things pink, if you are ever in need of pink, or if you ever need a hug, you should really hurry yourself right over to:
Pom Pom makes me almost wish I were back in junior high again so I could be in her class. Almost, for I fear all the king's horses and all the king's men could not drag me back to junior high, but if I were to ever find myself there again, I would want Pom Pom for my teacher. The next best thing is to curl up inside her blog as if it were a cozy armchair.
I think I started thinking about Songs of Light when I left the lotus-tree house and headed for home and saw this lovely chair art, for Kerri does wonderful things both photographically and artistically with chairs. And because she loves birds so much, there is definitely a lot of taking off into flight in her blog.
And here is a chair lifting off ~ on a wall.
This little scene above is typical of The Avenues where I live. I love to walk up and down these streets, for I never know what I will find next.
Not far from the chair, a window has appeared with a little bit of the "music of the spheres" sprouting from it. There is something about a window that hangs where a window should not really be that jump-starts my imagination into all kinds of flights of fancy.
I love the unexpected, especially when it makes me laugh.
And then as I was turning home with spring so very much surrounding me, I remembered the sad state of my spring-cleaning. Wasn't it just a very few weeks ago I took a whole week off to do my income tax and spring clean? The terrible truth is that not much has gotten done.
As a matter of fact we have plunged to a new low with regard to housekeeping. If we have a visitor, for example, either myself or my husband will hurry, hurry, throughout the house to make sure that all the ceiling fans are ON, because the terrible grime along the edges of the blades will not show if the blades are whirling. Yes, yes, it's that bad.
And the venetian blinds! Each and every single one needs to be scrubbed within an inch of its little life. I sit here with a properly bowed head, doing nothing about it.
Oh my! I want to be outside all of a sudden. Kneeling before spring. This little beauty is a volunteer peach tree that took root from the ancient peach tree by our back gate, and just this year for the very first time has bloomed.
(At least, we think it's a peach tree!)
All of this is to say that there might be more Sparks than posts here for just a little bit, while I bounce back and forth between spring outside and the fan blades inside.
Truly, I'm not one for ever putting Housework before Art, Writing, Reading, Weather, or Seasons, but there comes a time when . . .
Here is one of the first good photos we have ever managed to get of our cat Boo. Normally, he is a streak of black lightning, as he rushes inside to outside, outside to in, and from hiding place to hiding place.
The only reason we were able to capture him for this photo is because a new girl-kitty, a little seven-month-old named Peppers, has just moved into the neighborhood. She has fallen in love with Boo and is trying to make friends with him. She bounces. She cavorts. She beseeches. He is thirteen years old, he is three times as big as she is, and he is terrified of her.
He is sitting at our front door above, petrified, with a tiny glazed-over look in his eyes, trying to decide if it is safe to go outside. But how sweetly he has his front two paws together! Such a kingly pose . . .
Edited to add: I think I misspoke when I wrote that our volunteer peach tree "took root from the ancient peach tree," for probably new trees come from pits rather than roots, but, alas, my education is sadly lacking in all such things!
Edited to add: The trees in the top photo are magnolias. Thank you to all the readers who dropped in to let me know!