Spring has sprung! The ornamental pears out front of our building are in full, glorious bloom. Today, for the first time, it was both a) warm enough and b) sunny enough to linger outside in the morning. I opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony. Ah, the sunlight warmed my cheek. It illuminated the trees, making them glow in the soft light. I inhaled.
Bleah. Where was the stinking garbage can? It wasn’t too close, but there was a definite reek of old, rotting gunk floating on that gentle breeze. No garbage can across the street. I peeked between the slats of the floor. Nope, not the apartment below. Scratch the forehead while staring out at the trees, thinking.
The trees! Pear trees. The blossoms usually don’t last long and they don’t smell good. How had I forgotten? Ugh. So, there goes the nice, sitting-out-enjoying-the-day moment. The trees are pretty, but right now, I’m just waiting for them to drop those awful flowers and burst into nice, unscented green leaves.
But there is good news, as well. If you’re interested, my story at EDF is now a podcast read by me! That’s right, you’re now able to hear my voice reading “I Promised You a Miracle,” thanks to the kindness and encouragement of Folly Blaine, EDF podcast manager extraoardinaire (and fellow writer). As always, EDF’s site is free to read (and to listen), so pop over and give it a try. If you like what you hear, I’d appreciate comments/likes there. And EDF would appreciate a tip in the bucket, if you can spare it.
Well, enjoy the coming warmth. Just try not to sniff too deeply around dumpsters and ornamental pear trees!
Everyday Magic | M. E. Garber 