Thursday, February 23, 2017

Color Comes To Town

Despite the turn to cooler weather, I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.

It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.

"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon



Betsy Brock said...

Redbuds are one of my favorites! Those wild, wispy pretty!

Connie said...

I lived in Tennessee for seven years and I remember the thrill of seeing the Red-buds bloom. Happy Spring!
Connie :)

The Furry Gnome said...

Beautiful! One of my favourites, but doesn't bloom this far north.

Donna OShaughnessy said...

What a wonderful piece of prose. Read out loud it brings the special magic of spring even closer. Thanks for taking the time to share Swinburne's words and for the lovely pictures.

local alien said...

Mother nature's beautiful best!

Bernideen said...

So beautiful to watch this happen and you are ahead of lots of us!

Janice Kay Schaub said...

That is beautiful I must write that down. We got freezing snow last night after 60 degrees a couple of days ago. So it goes in Michigan.

L. D. said...

I was just viewing my archived photo of my past redbud tree that died in died in dry weather. Your redbuds are fun to see. Your live pretty far south to have the happening right now