I was driving to pick up the McKid yesterday, with my mind on many other things, when I came around a corner to see a beautiful, huge mimosa tree in full bloom. It made my day! I've driven past that corner every time I drive to the preschool, but something made me look and see. Benjamin? Was that you tapping me on the shoulder? I think so.
You know, mimosas have the reputation among landscapers as being pretty much a "trash tree." They are messy, and drop a lot of stuff on the ground. But I love them still. They are fanciful looking--silly, almost. And it makes me remember that creation was GOOD.