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A Story and Poem of Spring
At this time of year, the flowers begin to bloom. I love the way the tulips fill out, and so many colors. It brings me back to when I was a kid and I used to sit with a girlfriend and play, she loves me, she loves me not. It was such a silly game back then, yet it was fun and if the final pedal came up with, she loves me, I would ask for a kiss. Silly yes, yet it worked.
As the years went on, I always looked forward to running into a fresh field of tulips and once again getting my chance for playing for that kiss. I’m married now with kids and grandkids, yet I still get a little charge when I see my first tulip of the year.
I have a lake house in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. I’ve had the house for almost 40 years. I look forward to coming up this time of year and catching a glimpse of our pear trees as they flower before they turn to leaves. They look like the cherry blossoms in Washington, D.C. in early spring. Today, the pear trees are in full bloom. The picture above is what they look like right this minute. The flowers only last a week or so and then they drop them, and the leaves come out. I planted these beauties only a few years…
