I spent a weekend back in my childhood neighborhood
where shaded streets meander ever outward from a garden of schools planted in an open field,
like petals on a flower expand outward from the pistil.
On Sunday I laced up my running shoes and hit a path that circles through the field, connecting the campuses.
All around me color popped from the green grass,
flowers I once took for granted because I saw them spring after spring after spring.
Except primroses - they inspired my wedding colors.
I never took them for granted.
Still so lovely...
My parents' backyard also exploded with color
from wisteria
from a yesterday, today and tomorrow bush
and from tiny pink blossoms, nestled in the grass.
This fig tree has guarded the back fence for as long as I can remember,
an offspring of one in my great- grandmother's garden.
I found tons to capture in my camera, just by stepping out into the yard.
Not all of the color was from nature, but it was interesting, nonetheless, like this laundry tree in an adjoining yard...
