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Monday, May 9, 2011

Snowing Pink

Today it was snowing pink crab apple petals, or maybe, showering pink is a better way to put it. They drifted in my car window even after I crossed the river, and in my yard, the ground was truly rosey hued. It made me think of Pound's, "petals scattered on a wet bough." I love the cool, wuthering days of spring. Everything is still new and young, full of promise. The violets are out in force, and the ground ivy stains the ground purple, and I can see the seeds begin to come up, and the lilacs bloom. I used to love to pink pink crabapples. I would work them into dozens of bouquets with violets, lilacs, dandelions for color, and a few long grasses and Star of Bethlehem leaves. I liked using small glass bottles from aspirin and pills for vases. Somtimes, I used a drop of my watercolors to match the water to the petals of the flowers. I would leave them for my mother when she came home. She would find them on the steps. Where did those days go? They flew away as quickly as the pink petals fly from their branches now.

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