We were by the creek the other night, enjoying a fire in the chiminea. The weather was perfect, the sky a deep blue. I could hear the buzz of bees. Where were they? I looked up and saw them in the black locust trees. Above us was the most beautiful cluster of blossoms I ever saw on a tree. The bees were feasting.
I don't ever remember the black locusts so spectacular. I noticed long ago that they are the last of the deciduous trees to leaf out. But the flowers - wow! Were they always like that? How could I have missed such beauty?
Tonight I walked down to the creek at dusk. As first, I could smell our late-blooming giant lilac tree (it is enormous). As I got near the creek, the scent changed. It was a faint, fruity smell. I realized it too was the black locust flowers.
All these years I has been blind to the black locust trees. If it wasn't for the buzz of the bees, I may never had paid attention to the beauty of these trees.
Nature always send out the message- I need to pay more attention to her...