There is a house that I drive by each evening on my way home from work that has a huge, pink blossomed, Saucer Magnolia tree in the front yard. The tree stands stately and serene. It encompasses the whole front of the humble abode, a lone sentinel guarding the house. When passing by it's like looking through lace curtains. Every day, even though I have seen this tree the evening before, its' beauty takes me by surprise again and again. What a soothing and restful end to my work day. With each day that passes, the tree's beauty is slowly fading as the blossoms wither away, so today I stopped to snap a picture of it's still magnificent view. What a shock! My serene oasis had been transformed into a construction site with trucks and scaffolding in front of the tree and house. Insert sadness and a sigh here. I wanted to share with you so I searched the Internet for a photo that might show what I've been enjoying. Success! The tree shown above matches. It makes for a beautiful picture don't you agree?
A PRAYER IN SPRING Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.