We enjoyed the cherry blossoms of Washington, D.C., for years, but I don’t remember pink snow.
Yet one day of rain in Southern Oregon, and our flowering trees have begun to shed.
This is such a wonder, that I was out snapping quick photos all over the ‘hood yesterday. (This so amused the neighbors that one came outdoors to tease, “Really? You think this is a big deal?“)
The petals are so thick, they drift on cars like snowflakes. They’re carpeting our lawns and tree beds with pink. By mid-afternoon, sidewalks were blanketed with so much of the pink stuff that footprints, a bicycle, and then a skateboard left tracks.
Showers became a drizzle, so even a short walk meant being coated in petals.
The fragrance of the fresh rain heightened that perfume of spring blossoms we’ve been enjoying for weeks.
My happiness swelled.
I had been thinking, at Easter, of some loved ones who are ill, and wishing I had some way of cheering them from afar.
So I’m sending them blossom tracks today, hoping that beauty is a spring tonic.
“I wish you could see what I see” is a regular series at living in gratitude, because we have so much to share from the West Coast.