There are certain times in the park that I am loathe to miss. The blooming of the cherry and apple trees is one of those times. It is buggy, and some years, it has been so buggy that I have missed the week or so time period in which these trees show their true colors. I can smell them far before I see them. The scent, some years, and some days, really I think depending on the warmth and humidity, is absolutely heady.
This morning, I noticed flashes of bright orange plucking at the flowers. The Baltimore Oriels have come back. There are a few birds that eat cherry and apply blossoms: Oriels, Waxwings, Cardinals, all oddly, brightly colored. The spring is full of joy. I like the winter. I really do. The first snow, the white that blankets everything in perfect, clean layers... Christmas. It is all well and good, but by the end, I just want life back. I want green bursting out of everywhere, and flying blasts of sunset orange eating their way through the apple blossoms.
