I gave my address to a nurse at the blood donor clinic last week, and she remarked, “That’s the prettiest street in the city!”
We’re blessed with mature trees that shade the neighborhood in summer — bigleaf maple and Oregon white oak about 60 feet high. They’re a haven for birds, so we always have scrub jays, cedar waxwings, juncoes, chickadees and other songbirds outside our door.
But this week, I discovered what the nurse meant about beauty.
The change in seasons has coaxed snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils in private gardens all over the city.
Our street seems to have the most showy cherry blossoms. Every street around our home is bursting with pink.
This is our first spring in Southern Oregon, and we’re ever-grateful for the people who planted all these trees. We spread our gratitude by thanking fellow walkers when we’re out and about.
Yesterday, we met an elder shuffling along the sidewalk and greeted him with gratitude for all the blossoms.
He seemed to appreciate our joke when we thanked him for blessing us with sunshine and warmer weather, but he was puzzled by our camera.
“Why so many pictures of the trees?” he asked, explaining that the cherry trees were planted here more than 25 years ago.
We were giddy about the blooms, so explained that we haven’t lived anywhere that had so many flowering trees in spring.
“I’ve always lived here,” he said, citing 70+ years. “My great-grandparents settled this area.”
There’s something about nature that brings out the best in people, and opens conversations among strangers.
We were discussing this joy on the walk home, crunching the acorns of last autumn under our feet. We’re especially grateful to welcome spring to Southern Oregon.
I wish you could see what I see is a regular series at living in gratitude. There’s just so much to share from the West Coast!