Wasn't it just three weeks ago the crab apples looked like this?
And haven't all the trees bloomed, from the maples to the lilacs, in two or three weeks this year?
As a form of punishment, I forced myself in the other day's rain to frogger the traffic circle. The crabs, sulking, wet with tears, because I wasn't present to see its pretty dress, had me laboring about, sopping myself in display of empathy, trying to make the best of arriving late to the party. Next year, I promise.
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