The sun goes down,
the earth goes round,
another year has gone.
The children at the Montessori school sing this little ditty when it’s someone’s birthday. The birthday child holds a globe and ceremoniously walks around a lit candle, one circle for each year of life.
We’ve had eighteen rotations now. Eighteen times that the earth has travelled around the sun. Eighteen summers, winters, autumns and springs. I know this because the popcorn tress are in full blossom again and they remind me.
All winter long, the Bradford Pear hides its identity under bare limbs of plain gray bark. The month of March arrives with just the right amount of spirit and light and suddenly, in an instant, the kernels of hope burst into blossom and radiant splendor.
Eighteen years ago, my father shed his earthly disguise and the popcorn trees remember.
Thanks so much for the link – the photo is beautiful! Tim :0)
A very beautiful tribute to “Big Daddy” little sister..I love you!
love you too. Glad you like it. Daddy on our minds lately – huh?
Bunnies and popcorn trees can be symbols of a deeper truth. Wish I could “hug” my tree!
“kernels of hope”~ I love this! Our Bradford Pears are popping now 🙂 I love them and I love this post.
Wow! Love that photo. And as always, your words are the perfect match for it. Wish we had popcorn trees in my neighborhood. Lovely.
Thanks, Lisa. They are lovely. Come on down to GA to see them. But hurry, they don’t last long.
Lovely post and photo. Such a sweet way to celebrate birthdays! Margie
And “home coming” anniversaries. Thanks Margie
Love you Nee Nee and Big Daddy!
🙂
Beautiful picture! I’d never even heard of them but anything that reminds us of our Dads is always special.
Ah, thank you KC
And this hope will not disappoint us
“Kernels of hope” What a lovely thought.
We had those trees when we lived in Memphis. Beautiful. I never thought of popcorn trees. That’s prett cute. I like thinking they are bursting with hope too.
I love them and they ALWAYS remind me of my Dad