We have this tree in our front yard. It’s a plum tree, I’m sure. I never quite get to the fruit on it because the squirrels steal it and run away before I can even tell it’s there. In the Spring time it produces the most beautiful pink-tinted plum blossoms.
Growing up in the central valley I was surrounded by orchards, and in the Spring time they would be covered in what we liked to call “popcorn”. The plum trees always stood apart for me with their beautiful pink hued blooms. It was as if they wanted to say to the world, “Look at me, I’m different!”
I’m not usually one to love bud-type blooms in a vase, but I cut away a few stray branches (that needed to be trimmed anyway), and put them in a vase. The purple foliage and baby pink flowers look so different when compared to a traditional bouquet, but I really like them. They’ve grown on me, and I think they’ll grow on others as well. When I brought them into the house my older son and I had the following conversation:
“Oh, so you cut those off the tree in the front yard?”.
“Yes, they’re plum blossoms.”
“They’re really pretty. I like them.”
As the Mom of a pre-teen, I’m proud that he’s able to look beyond conventional beauty. Swoon. Keep it up, kid.
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