One of the things I love about my house is the trees around it. The most imposing of these are the two huge walnuts — one on the side, and one in the back (though they may not be long for the world, alas, according to the tree trimmers we had out last year.) My favorite tree, though, is the flowering plum.
It’s not much to look at most of the year, but for about two weeks in the spring, it’s magnficent; fragrant, beautiful, everything a tree should be. More important than just the appearance of the tree, to me, is its symbology. No matter what’s going on in my life, in sickness or health, richer or poorer, that tree keeps up its schedule. It’s a very long clock that chimes once every year, making me think about where I was last year when the plum tree was in bloom. Kind of like my own little personal made-up holiday that has nothing to do with the actual calendar, and everything to do with time.
Anyway, here are some pictures of my plum tree, the view from my back porch, and of course, Sugar Cookie.
