Has any of you ever wondered April is such an enchanted month in the year? To me, April is the time that the mother nature unselfishly fascinates and rewards all of dwellers, rich or poor, in the city where I live with amazing and dazzling eye-candies - flowers. The blooming of those beauties not only heightens our sensors with different shade of colors, different sizes and shapes but also bring us a strong elation resulted from witnessing the renewal and enchantment of life.
Every morning when running in the park, I can’t help but notice those wonders of natures on my path, those blossoms, big or small, up on the tree branches or down on the ground, surprise and brighten my mood, making me ready and eager for starting a new brand new day. Here goes a thing, I don’t know about others, but to me I found out that sometimes the moments of happiness I have been earnestly searching for all these time can actually lie right on the trail I come across daily.
You may laugh at me for the sensitive side of mine while you are read about this piece. Well, that is fine. I guess we are, one way or the other, where we came from.
In retrospect, I like plants and trees, in part because of my mom and particularly my grandma, who almost singlehandedly brought our garden back to life from the dilapidation and ruin caused directly by redistribution and partition of our property during the Culture Revolution period. During my childhood, I was often invited by my grandma and my mom to accompany them to plan the annual flowering plants and prone some of the perennial flowering trees in the early spring, listening to their descriptions about those plants and their characteristics. Drawn in their sweet and soft voices, I was often starting day dream on the spot, anticipating splendid blossoms to arrive. Surely as it’s always, the nature seemed never failing on me, even it breezed into our garden early or late. Thanks to my grandma and mother’s endless work, our thriving garden was able to provide me with an oasis to admire and appreciate the blessings of nature in a huge and obstreperous city.
Yesterday when temperature suddenly reached 86 degrees, a sense of sadness came across my mind as I know the incalescence of weather may pretty much speed up the blossoms in the park if not end it. Luckily I took some pictures with my iphone last week as an effort to remember spring season 2012.
Although I kind of felt awful for these short-lived glories and graces in the park due to the surge of temp, I am sure that spring will come next year, and those wonderful blossoms in the park will bloom again as our lives march on.
Note: The pictures below were taken from iphone without any ps.