Denver's properties abound with crabapple trees and when they flower in April, they perfume the air with a heavy, sweet smell. I've grown up with the trees and their annual display and this year has been especially kind to the trees and they've responded with a showy efflorescence. I pulled up on my bicycle at a stoplight next to one of them and, even in traffic, the perfume was all I could think about, so powerful was the air around me.
And you would think I'm thrilled, since there's a dwarf crabapple tree right in front of my house--next to my bedroom window. It's so small and misshapen, my former neighbor compared it to Charlie Brown's Christmas tree, but the blossoms are a gorgeous pink. And it has no perceptible scent. Now I dream of what it would be like to open my bedroom window on warm spring nights and flood my room with the aroma of crabapple.
And don't get me started on the lilac bushes in Denver. In about two weeks, they'll bloom and they smell even better!
CDs listened to today:
- Rand Steiger: Hexadecathlon: "A New-Slain Knight"
- Willem Otterloo: Serenade For Brass And Percussion
- Spice Girls: Spice
- The Earlies: These Were The Earlies
- Alfred Schnittke: Concerto for Cello and Orchestra No. 2
- Various Artists: Awesome 80s, disk 1
- Franz Schubert: Piano Quintet In A, "The Trout"
- Dmitri Shostakovich: Symphony No. 15
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