Eternal Spring

My office windows are surrounded by dogwoods in bloom. In the back parking lot is situated a little yard filled with blooming fruit trees. The pink blossoms are gone now, washed away by the rains that hit us last week. But the dogwoods are strong, still covered with the white blossoms of Spring. This is Griffin's glory, when the dogwoods and azaleas are in full blossom and even the houses which need primping and pruning are decorated with color.

I have a memory I wish to share. When I was about thirteen or so, my father had taken me to T&E Clothiers and bought me a light blue short-sleeved shirt. I remember putting that shirt on, placing a Bob Dylan album on my stereo and opening the windows to my bedroom. I remember leaning out through the window and feeling the cool breeze on my arms. The sun was bright in the afternoon but the temperature was cool from the breeze. Dad had started the grill on the deck and we were going to have hamburgers or ham steak or something. It doesn't really matter.

Funny, how that ended up being an eternal Spring.