Snowing Catalpa Blossoms in the Corner Garden

Childhood. Dirt road, country lanes, dead quiet in winter.  Summer, the Catalpa tree blossoms. Fall, the cigar shaped seed pods appear. My country road is lined on both sides with huge catalpa trees and they remain still. It was 30 years before I drove down that dirt lane again.



"It will never rain roses:  When we want to have more roses

we must plant more trees."

 

GEORGE ELIOT