Sunday, February 1, 2009

Trees of the 'Hood

The trees around the neighborhood have been particularly lovely, so I took a cruise around on this first day of February to take some pictures. (My apologies to my snowbound brethren. Just breathe deeply and know that Spring is on the way. Really, it is.)

I am not sure what the first tree is called but it is gorgeous with its white flowers against the dark bark. HOB has forbidden me from gasping when I see one as we are driving since he gets panicked that a semi-truck is headed in our direction. No, it's just me expressing my delight at these gifts that just seem to pop up overnight.

The second tree is the orange tree in our back yard. How lucky am I to get to see this every day?

The last tree is not a beauty, but it tugs at my heart. We call it the crying tree. Why do you suppose it is so sad? I intend to start having intensive talk therapy sessions with it to get the root of the problem.


Anonymous said...

It is crying because it it lost or has lost something. It is a bit sad.

Bossy Betty said...

A BIT sad? Is your heart made of STONE??? Look at those tears! If I come to school looking like this, it's not because I've lost an earring. No! This is a tragically sad tree! The wound in its heart is deep. It's psychological to the extreme. Good thing I am this tree's psychologist.

Susan said...

It DOES look tragically sad! Wow.

Susan said...

In a Station At the Metro

THE apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

~Ezra Pound