|Once again, it pays to look down.|
Seen in passing …
The invisible made visible, thanks to a passel of cherry blossom petals.
As I walked through my neighborhood this morning, I saw those pink petals playing ring-around-the-rosie in the street. Their game lasted just a few breezy seconds before they all fell down.
The wind doesn't just blow, it swirls.
|Pretty in pink|
As a writer and editor, I strive for accuracy. After I wrote this post, I questioned whether the petals I saw were from a cherry or a crab apple tree (to my eyes they're similar).
I headed out and found the tree in question. Feeling bold, I rang the doorbell of the house where the tree lives. When one of the owners answered the door, I introduced myself, and explained my quest.
She happily replied that indeed, the tree is a weeping cherry. We chatted for a bit, and she encouraged me to come back when the wisteria is in bloom around their porch.
I could have used the internet to answer my question, but it was so much nicer to meet a fellow human.