Poems from the Yellow Notebook: Springtime version

Jim and I have enjoyed pointing out "popcorn trees" to each other every time I drive. I feel like there are more this year than the two previous years (probably thanks to a milder winter), and that the colors are more vivid. I've always loved dogwoods and magnolias, but this year has also offered a pretty vibrant selection of magenta blossoms (wish I knew the type of trees!).

It's been a cooler spring, at least lately, so I haven't gone on many walks, and it feels unsafe/silly to take pictures while driving, so I don't have tons of pictures. Hopefully that will change before the blossoms all disappear. This time of year just goes too quickly.

I've been obsessed with spring for a good chunk of my life, which naturally means I wrote a bit of poetry about it as a teenager.

Except . . . this might be the least poetic synopsis of spring that has ever been penned. It's hard to mix flowery language with scientific descriptions. Oh well. I tried.

I love pink trees

And green grass.

They do good for the soul.

So do blue skies

And white trees.

The cones in the retina

Must send endorphins to

The brain

When we see pretty colors

That make us feel good.

Or maybe there's a chemical 

reaction because of the

carbon hybridizations in blossoms

That also send endorphins

That make us feel good.

Or maybe spring is just

a natural mood lifter.

Whatever carbon hybridizations are, I am thankful for them and what they do to make trees so beautiful in the spring.

Edit: I couldn't just share 3 pictures, so here are some pictures my mom took in Utah. I will try and get more from Michigan soon!