Flowers are just one of the many miracles of this earth. When flowers are at my feet, growing from the ground, I am pleased. When they are at my eye level, growing from the shrubs and bushes, I am delighted. But when they are growing over my head, in the trees, I am elated! These are two of my favorites, that I am lucky enough to see in my daily existence:
When the last of the icy white snow melts away, this (non fruiting) pear tree explodes with small white flower clusters. It is an annual event which I anxiously await, usually taking place in mid March. It is a brief affair, for with each passing day, more and more blossoms fall, as tiny leaves fill their place. By May, the ground is covered in white once more, and the tree is lush and green. The windy storms of the spring blow the petals into the oblivion, and if you haven't taken a photograph, you might forget that they ever graced your day. I took the photograph.