..a poem as lovely as a tree (Joyce Kilmer)
I don’t ever remember as a child being filled with too much awe at the change of seasons. It seems that as I get older the things I glossed over in my youth make more sense to me and mean more too me now. This morning on my way into work, my youngest son and I were marveling at the beauty of the blooming trees now that spring seems to be starting. Caelan has an elephantine memory and quickly corrected me when I mistakenly identified a few trees as Dogwood varieties when in fact they were Bradford Pears. I wasn’t mad, although children should not correct adults even when they are as blatantly wrong as I was. (its just a wee disrespectful, no?) Later in the day it just made me proud really when I researched and discovered he was actually CORRECT, but I digress..
I have been thinking about these trees all day and the thought of them has really made my day better. I just don’t think I noticed the seasons and the gorgeous tress and greenery when I was younger. Its just nice to know that as we get older there are still so many things to appreciate and look forward to. I feel pretty good writing this. I should give a nod to my boy. You were right son. They were Bradfords. It seems its a bit early for the dogwoods, but when they come I’ll be ready.