On Tuesday, walking on the west side of Binghamton, New York, the small city where I work, I smelled a fragrance I had not smelled in almost a year.
I had to think for a minute about where the scent was coming from. Then I remembered. We walked quickly, to find the tree it was coming from, and to immerse ourselves in it.
If I could write an ode to you, oh Linden, oh Basswood, oh LittleLeaf Linden, it might talk about how useful you are, how long you live, and...oh, the scent, when you bloom at the end of June.
But instead, let's let the tree do the talking. The flowers are small but...oh, that scent.
What a mighty talker it would be.
Come join Parul at Happiness and Food for #ThursdayTreeLove. Post a picture of a tree, link back to her blog, and play along.
So, we are rewiring Joyce Kilmer? Instead of a poem as lovely as a tree- it's now, I don't think I'll ever smell, a tree like thus that makes me kvell?
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DeleteGorgeous. I can almost smell the trees!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shirley. One day, Smell-O-Blog will be a reality. Until then, we must use our imaginations.
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DeleteLovely green trees. Thank you for sharing, Alana.
ReplyDeleteWhat beauty comes from a spot of green. Loved all the treeshots, Alana!
ReplyDeleteSo nice, loved all the pics :)
ReplyDeleteHow your beautiful trees bring back memories of when I lived upstate New York!
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