For the last week-and-a-half, my path has taken me down a particular road and back, nearly every single day. The road is lined with trees, and they are in bloom. While busy, it’s not very wide, though it’s still double what it used to be before it was enlarged a decade ago.
The trees that lined it then were sorely missed when they were cut down for the expansion, though small saplings were eventually planted in their place. It feels like now, they are finally coming into their own, and this spring, my daily commute has coincided with their flowers coming out, a riot of coral and pale pink, sometimes on the same tree.
The most vibrant trees are often found alongside a spaghetti-tangle of wires atop a pole, a juxtaposition that seems to enhance the beauty.
Again and again, I’ve tried to capture it in a picture, and it seems that each time the light is wrong, or it’s slightly out of focus. I don’t mind: I’m happy to keep trying.
Yesterday a young man was reaching up into the petals, gathering some in a small plastic bag, probably for a puja of some sort.
Just in time—today, an unexpected downpour, shades of pink sprinkled on the wet pavement like confetti after carnival. The welcome rain is forecast to continue for most of the week, and I doubt the blossoms will survive it, but I’m glad my daily path has led me past these trees at their most beautiful.
Lovely!