As I sit near the window here at the cottage, I can look across the street and see rain gently falling on our neighbors' blossoming pear trees. It's beautiful. We don't have the brutal weather of other places in early March. I can see a few green leaves budding out, but mostly the trees are covered with delicate white flowers. Every day they change a bit more. I wonder how many people don't even notice a bit. I am certain many people do appreciate them. We live in that kind of place. Unlike other neighborhoods I know, we are surrounded by walkers, cyclists, skateboarders and the like. So many people are always around us. How much better to have trees and gardens and neighbors than to have landscaping and associates - wouldn't you agree?
A few weeks from now, all the trees will be filled with green leaves. The blossoms will be gone. The grasses will be lush and needing weekly management. I'll have weeds to pull out by their roots. The garden will take up so much of my Saturday mornings. The grape vines will bud again. For now, we can enjoy the rain before the rain of work begins.