On my way to work today, I saw my very, very, mostest favorite indicator of spring. I've been so busy lately that I almost forgot to notice them. I would love to have the opportunity to go out and photograph some of them but, alas, time will not allow. I am talking about the redbud tree.
I'm not sure when or where I developed my fascination with redbuds but I think it probably comes from my childhood. In the front yard of the house where I grew up, there was this big, full redbud that bloomed each year. I swear it looked electric to me. So now, every spring, I drive around and look at them. You can have your dogwoods and Bradford pears, just give me my vibrant, vivid, electric redbuds.
