The Rite of Spring

Ahh! Spring is finally here. So I have this beautifully twisted dogwood outside my large second floor windows that I have seen stark in a cold fall drizzle and outlined in fluffs of wet snow. But one fine day this week, I woke to find it full of tiny pink buds and then a rush of full, delicate pink-sienna blossoms. Its like a perfect Japanese painting except that it is real and very alive. The beauty of it makes me stand there every morning with my mouth agape. The tree has withstood all forms of elements with the same equanmity. There is obviously immense beauty in complete surrender. The trees know it even though we don't.