I have told you so much about myself – but I don’t think I have ever told you my favorite flower.
When I was younger, about 13 or 14, I remember walking down the main street and coming across a tree which I thought was gorgeous. It had pink flowers, smelled divine and was so pretty. I picked a bunch, and then picked one every day after that on my walk home from school.
They were so dainty and lady like – two things I am not. I loved to smell them on the way home, drinking in their scent.
When I smell them now, I have a reel of memories come through:
- Blue Plaid Pants
- Glad Wrap
- Walks With My Sister
- Walks With My Friends
- Running Around The Skate Park
Last year, we had two cherry blossom trees put in the front yard. They blossomed and then died off quickly, but for a little while, I would just sit at the front stoop and stare at them. I loved the way their scent went through my whole house, and would leave my front door open so I could smell it wherever I was.
Today, I learnt that their name is Sakura – and I realised I had never stopped to think about their scientific or official name . I always just called them “The Pretty Blossom Trees.”
I can’t wait for my two to blossom again. My pretty Sakura trees 🙂