You Make Me So Happy

When your birthday comes I'm gonna go buy you a truckload of smiles.
And a tubful of sunlit pink kisses.

I Like Pink

This tree seduces me every year. It blooms as though dressed for a party, decidedly out of place in this decidedly working class town. 

Its flowers look like pink corsages decorating a Belle Epoch evening gown. House of Worth, maybe? I can definitely imagine someone 

like Jenny Churchill making a grand entrance 

dressed in green silk organza with garlands 

of pink lacy tendrils and crystals lighting it up. 

Take another look at another time and the tree seems prehistoric, 

as if from a scene in "Jurassic Park." The first time I saw this kind of tree 

was on a corner near my workplace. 

I passed it every spring and always took its picture. 

I hadn't seen another until 

I found this one a couple weeks ago. 

I still prefer to imagine it as a dress, though.

I dealt with enough dinosaurs at work.


I looked at my post this morning to find
that one of the pictures had not been included.
It is now, and thank you, Dive, for reminding me 
that it is, indeed, a mimosa.