Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The cherry trees are blooming. Every year I am surprised by how beautiful they are. There is one in particular, in the neighborhood adjacent to mine, that literally takes my breath away. It's not just the spectacular explosion of blooms, it's the contrast of the featherlight flowers against the gnarled, artfully arranged branches and the way the trunk twists toward the sky. I think the truest prayer I have said in months was, "My God, that is a beautiful tree." And I have the privilege of passing it twice a day.