Tatlow's Blossoms

There is a quaint country road in our area that is a magical sight at this time of year with its pale pink blossoms, willows and white picket fence line. It is a distraction for anyone driving alongside the stand of trees where the branches are dripping in a haze of pale, almost white, blossoms. The trees are maturing and each year their show is more magnificent. I drove through this fairy-like road a few days ago and stopped to admire the view. I stood underneath one of the trees, immersed in a cloud of pale pink and white, it was beautiful! I was so happy to hear the buzzing of bees, busy at work, as I have not heard this sound for a couple of years, possibly due to the reduction in the bee population. This is a magical time of year and the beauty of nature causes me to sometimes reflect on life and the life-cycle, the seasons and the ebb and flow of nature. As the ocean, the tides roll in and roll out, the seasons roll in gracefully with renewed energy and beauty during spring and summer and roll back out during the onset of winter, only to repeat the cycle year after year. We are sad when the blossoms fall, or when the colourful autumn leaves fall to the ground - leaving a dark, barren-like environment, where life-force suddenly disappears. Rest assured, the life-force is still there and is preparing for a new year ahead.