I know Spring is on its way when the Redbud tree that stands right in front of my living room window starts giving out beautiful pink buds. It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree so bare all through winter, suddenly go from stark brown to magenta. Is magenta even the right color, I don’t know.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving. Nature accepts the inevitability of change and forges a graceful rhythm instead of standing up in arms.
My Redbud tree is not an exotic tree. She is fairly common in Austin and pretty low maintenance. Which is why I love her so and why she represents all what is precious, yet taken for granted on earth.
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. ~ Lao Tzu
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