When our plum tree blooms, there's no mistaking: Spring! It's here. We cleaned up the yard. We went for walks past other peoples' yards. We got frozen yogurt. We bought daffodils. We scheduled the window-washer dude. He'll also de-mossify the roof. We turned off the heat during the day and forgot to turn it back on at night. We talked about weather to anyone and everyone. We went to the plant nursery. We closed the windows when it turned out it was actually still pretty cold. We heard birds. We saw birds. We bought ravioli. We bought milkshakes. We planned hikes. We got books. We walked some more. We thought about veggie starts (like, what goes in now?) We sat on the front stairs and sang songs about flowers and babies with honeygold hair and big blue eyes. We looked up into the tree. We waved to our friends across the street. And we watched the plum-petaled, spring-soaked world go by.
