I always felt drawn toward that tree. Even in the winter when it was just a bare skeleton. But this was the first time I really had the chance to admire its beauty in full. The first day of May.
After several long weeks of gloomy downpours or midday drizzles... or before that when the world was blanketed in white and we all hid our faces from the biting chills of the wind... this was the first time this year when the world suddenly became more colorful. The grass was greener, the sky was bluer, the dandelion weeds brought a pop of color here and there.
But the light purple and white flowers on this tree were what caught my eye the most. It seemed the buds had literally blossomed overnight.
The light breeze in the air caused the branches to sway slightly. The way the many branches moved reminded me of a bird ruffling its feathers. It made me smile.
I walked over to the tree and sat beneath it. I thought about pulling out a book to read or maybe drawing this tree in my sketch pad, but I