Looking across the street I admire the plum trees against the brick building.
Oh those blossoms can make a heart twitter like a spring bird!
Have you ever noticed a blooming plum tree standing by a brick building? So majestic and regal it stands like the building butler as the blossom petals drift to sidewalk.
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There is a window dripping with plum tree blossoms that must look as lovely from the inside out as the outside in
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SPROUT: What blossoms have your heart a twitter like a spring bird?
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12 thoughts on “The Plum Tree and the Brick Building”
What beautiful pictures, making even clearer why I love spring.
Yes Nancy spring is in each and every one of these petals – wait for us to explode with the same energy and wonder that they are releasing.
How lovely it it is Terrill, to be able to prolong spring past its ripening point in my area, by being connected to someone in a different latitude. Our plum trees (the blossoming of which I can never get enough of) have passed the flowering stage. And just as I was saying “oh darn, where’s that “pink”. . . here you come with your glorious photos.
I love the contrast of the pink blossom and the red brick. Of course I was born with the tree gene soooooooooo. . .
So glad I could lengthen your spring Alison – now that is a powerful accomplishment 🙂 I just talked to my mom yesterday in north central British Columbia and she still has a foot of snow on the ground and the gravel roads are just starting to break up and become muddy. She reaches the other way in my photography looking for the hope and possibility that spring will eventually arrive. They will likely have snow in the shade there on the first week of May. I am afraid that the mosquitoes will arrive long before the snow is gone this year. We used to joke that they came in on snowshoes and skies to get an early bite before the crowds arrived.
Yes, what Alison just said: I love the contrast of the pink blossom and red brick. It’s such an interesting juxtaposition. Almost unexpected. I think my favorite photo of yours here is the one with the windows. Don’t quite know why, though. Saw my first wildflower yesterday–a tiny purple violet. Blooms are such gifts.
I was watching out for lady slippers the other day Kathy but haven’t seen any yet. Those violets are so pretty. I use to know a spot on a sunny slop where they grew as a child. I would sometimes pick a few for my mother and she always gave me the same lecture.
“They are lovely dear, but there are so few of them we need to enjoy them where they grow so that they can go to seed and we will have more to look at next year. Besides, they don’t like to be picked. It makes them sad and they will hang their heads and cry before very long.”
Then she would take put them in a little glass and set them in the kitchen window. I would watch as they became very sad and hung their heads. I was sure I could almost hear them crying. I then I would tell myself that I wouldn’t pick anymore violets. But the next year this story would repeat itself – just once. I no long pick wild violets.
Your violet story is so sad and beautiful and true and poignant. I want to hug the little girl who loved her mama so much to pick her wild violets. And yet the mother’s perspective is true, too. This story feels like it could be a blog or short story or poem in itself. It is so raw and full.
Thanks Kathy. Maybe if I see a wild violet to photograph this spring I shall put it together with this story. It was a hard less though for my 8 – 10 year old self. I have never wanted to dwell on it for very long. So we shall see.
Ah the blossoms of a new period of creative activity and the renewed call for banishment of the seasonal allergies. This is a beautiful story and plum blossoms that have a distinctly Japanese feel. have a great week Terrill.
You too Sam. Shall have a great blue heron story up sometime this week. It has been a great weekend for photographs and just playing.
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