…the score is storm coming, 2, and us,0.
Here we are, waiting for the next set of storms to come.
The dogs are bananas, feeling the storm coming and barometric pressure falling, and panting to beat the band. I was out at the dentist, and coming back,was busy noticing the twenty-foot mimosa tree on the neighboring street.As a child coming down the shore in the sixties, you saw mimosa trees everywhere. They grew like weeds. I think that’s why I saw so few in the later decades, because people kept having them taken out or cut down.
We have a tree-lined area in the next street, and I noticed this big tree from my neighbor’s yard.Mimosas are actually very pretty when they are in flower, as they are now.The pink reminds me of Mother’s Day pink carnations and the spiny flower reminds me almost of a mum.
It’s easy to appreciate this tree from a distance.I am just glad it’s not mine. I’d be pulling baby mimosa trees until I drop.
thereisnosanityclause 