Christmas Eve, December 24, 2010. The weather is comfortably warm but miserably out of season. Where is the snow? If not snow, where is the cold weather?
Walking by the magnolia tree, enjoying the day for what it was and not what it should have been, the potential beauty that was dormant in the tree tips became apparent to me. In about 3 months the tree buds would mature and produce beautiful blossoms with such magnificence that it shames the best idea of beauty the human mind can imagine.
The enjoyment of a white Christmas would elude me but the promise of a glorious spring, just a few short months from now, fills my head and lifts my spirit. I promise to spend more time under the tree this spring, enjoying the fulfillment of the promise that the buds will bring forth.
