A tree all a-flower

Created on Friday, November 10, 2006.
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Every work morning I look out the window of my pastry kitchen and see a tree across the road, that sprays purple flowers in the wind. There are times when I look at this tree and understand. There are times when I simply want to stop work and sit at the bus stop bench underneath it, and it’s at these times that I feel the oldest; when I search for quiet, green places, and know that the world needs to change, but not know how to get it started.

Next week I’ll write the gardener a short note in thanks, and slip it into their mailbox early in the morning.

That's all there is, there isn't any more.
© Desi Quintans, 2002 – 2018.