Blooming Most Recklessly

"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

–Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

I'm not sure about shrieking, but the wild singing would keep up the neighbours. I have been ambling about the neighbourhood recently, taking photos of flowering trees and shrubs. What an amazing, everyday miracle. We may grumble about Canadian winters but I think I savour the beauty of the resurrected world even more because of the period of dormancy. The lilacs are everywhere in Bowmanville, the magnolias blooms have come and gone, and the chesnut trees are now in full glory. Wonder-full.