It’s that time of year when the apple blossoms come shooting out of the trees. At first they seem to be still and quietly ignore spring and then two days ago they shot out of the tips of the branches like fireworks at the lake on the 4th of July.
I mowed by them last week and it seemed the tree was still dormant. Yesterday I drove under them and took in a deep breath of unexplainable joy. There is something about apple blossoms and lilacs that just make you smile from the inside out. And yet, today wasn’t really a day with much to smile about. I stood at the grave once again as my friends loved husband was laid to rest. We celebrated his life in the cold chill of February. Today we gave him the proper military salute and said once again, “Chuck we will meet you on the other side.” And if that wasn’t enough, an aunt is in ICU with traumatic brain injury from a fall. Just doesn’t seem like today is a day to giggle and shout. It’s days like today we need to find the apple blossoms and breath deeply. We need to find a lilac tree and bury our face (making sure there are NO bees or wasps hiding) and just forget life. Lilacs have a way of making me smell God. I guess maybe you have never smelled God. Think about the smell of cinnamon rolls, a baby after their bath, the fresh mown grass (sorry allergy folks), hay freshly baled, chocolate chip cookies coming out of the oven or wisteria blooming in the hedge.
There are days you have to just walk away from the things that strangle your heart and go find somewhere to smell God. Apple tree blossoms are a really good place to start.
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