Ode to a Plum Tree

I may only like this tree for a grand total of one week out of the fifty two in a year. For a week it is in its full glory. And then it starts its transformation into a dark brooding tree. If only it would stay in its glory year round! For this one week, I feel that for my soul to be full I would need to spend it laying under its boughs reading delightful books and slipping lemonade drinking in its delicious fragrance. Nothing else would satisfy and only doing that would be a most productive week. Maybe next year I will cash in my vacation days to do just that.

"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven." Tagore