It was already a month ago when, overnight, it seemed, blossoms appeared on our Bradford pears – beauty springing out of leafless branches. I don’t know why it surprised me, but it did. Their appearance brings a small bit of regret for winter’s passing and the impending arrival of another relentless Southern summer. But their appearance also brings wonder and curiosity; musings about growth and change. Without wanting to sound trite, the spectacle of blossoms emerging from bare branches is always astounding and inspiring to me. It is a sight of which I never tire.
What signs of the changing seasons inspire you?