Spring Pointillism (New Poem by Polly Castor with Photos)
Dotted buds, tight fisted but yielding; scattered pecks of blossoms on trees; efflorescent dabs of white or blush pink done with a vigorous, percussive hand
Dotted buds, tight fisted but yielding; scattered pecks of blossoms on trees; efflorescent dabs of white or blush pink done with a vigorous, percussive hand
I am furthering my ongoing goal of appreciating such a continuous, overflowing abundance of random good.
How exalting it is to meet the joy of life with appreciation and humble thankfulness.
I yearn to amplify and articulate them…
I wish I could show you the astonishing light of your own being.
Spring brings hope, casting aside emptiness in favor of receptivity.
Enjoy this gift that keeps on giving in this post, as it spews its spring pink blooms all over our vivid blue shy.
Enjoy this burst of color, and pretend is is a May basket spirited onto your doorknob… the love is the same even though delivery is different.
Resist hurt,
Refuse to be defeated,
Release blame,
Assuage guilt…
In this post are some of the many spring trees I have been enjoying. I am so grateful to get to witness all this beauty on a regular, seasonal rotation!
Recently I posted this spring’s magnolia photos and ones of our weeping cherry. Here are the other spring tree blossom photos I’ve taken recently in my rambles. These include, ornamental plum, ornamental pear, crab apple, and real fruit bearing trees.
Here you can see the full trajectory of our tree from bright pink at the beginning, to almost white as it fades into leaves and the petals fall.
After a winter like ours, if is a great pleasure to be out walking amidst all this glorious color!
I learned the name of another new tree: the bottle brush bush. It is out our daughter’s new dining room window in Sacramento, and it is strikingly lovely.
One of my first impressions of Sacramento upon arriving was seeing these vivid crepe myrtles blooming everywhere. They are wonderful and their deep rich colors are complimented by the clear skies. These trees, with their twisted trunks, seemed very content in drought conditions.
The weather was spectacular. It felt like I was living inside a pointillist or Impressionistic painting, as the trees were dotted with new leaves and brushstrokes of color were evident everywhere.