May Blossoms

This week has been glorious-the sun has been shining, the birds singing and my wild dogwood trees are blooming.  I remember when I was about 12 years old and our family moved from the city of Pittsburgh to the suburbs.  I grew up with a cement back yard fenced in with two patches of grass just long enough for one cartwheel.  As a small child, I would ride my tricycle in circles or beg my sister to throw the jump rope over me while it was tied to the fence so I could practice my skills for recess at school. Even then recess was competitive and demanding.

We moved to a tiny brick ranch on a half acre that was overgrown by flowering trees and bushes.  Lilacs lined the driveway and underneath poked grape hyacinths. Dogwood trees were also in the yard and they blossomed near the end of school days.  Around this time of year I would be planning my summer reading list.  It was around 12-13 years old that I became an avid reader.  Sitting under a dogwood or any other tree (while avoiding the bugs) with my novel and my notebook, I would daydream and read of places.  I would document each book I read, title and author.  Even then I was a list maker.

May was also the month of Mary, and church smelled so sweetly with the fresh bouquets that decorated around the statue.  The overpowering fragrance was carried by the breezes felt with windows newly opened. The month of May reminds me of my grandmother who celebrated her birthday in that month and when visiting her we would explore her garden that was filled with flowers, sit on her swings (yes! more than one swing!) trying to swing higher and higher without getting caught and reprimanded.  Her swings were special because they were suspended with springs.  The bounce and swing motion was addicting.

So now I walk with camera in hand capturing a simple blossom, Time is stopped, suspended while I capture the beauty of Spring.

Have a lovely weekend!!