I stepped outside this morning and didn’t need a parka or an umbrella. I thought I’d better do some quick basking in case Spring changes her fickle mind again. I feel like a grumpy 7-year-old who’s been kept away from a stack of birthday gifts for an extra two weeks. Finally, I can tear off the wrapping today.
Feeling as knobby and flaked as a sycamore, I meandered along the aromatic pathways in Montgomery County’s Brookside Gardens and found a magical balance. My gnarled attitude smoothed out with my furrowed brow. Early pinks and shocking yellows promised more color to come, and my fussy mood lifted away with the breeze.
You can’t stare into a cherry tree and stay disgruntled. Or sniff a hyacinth. Try it.
