My old Bradford Pear Tree and I

When I left home this morning to go to work I felt a whiff of something strange as I passed under my Bradford Pear tree. At first I could not quite place what it was and where it came from but then as I looked up I saw them. My tree has already put out its spring buds and they were swelling and that was the whiff that caught my nose as I passed by. Just the thought of my poor tree giving me a lesson in confidence on this Friday morning. Just barely one week ago I was raking up the last leafs that had fallen to the ground. When I think about my trees up in Northern Sweden that must stay bare for 6-9 month until their buds will start to swell I get sad. I was in such a good mood all morning and I found myself humming on an old Swedish song "Nar det varas ibland bergen far jag komma till Dig da och pa nytt fa lasa sagan uti Dina ogon bla.........." You are crazy said my friend Liz. Nobody gets spring fever in the beginning of January wait at least until February when the spring flowers start to sprout. I am sticking with my Bradford Pear Tree. Him and I are celebrating the new beginning. We are looking out towards what is going to happen with great expectations. He will get leaves and I will get to hold my grandson, The Little One. He will feel the wind in his branches and I will feel the love from my daughters in my heart. Together we are celebrating the beginning of spring as it came today.