Two weeks ago the tree’s branches were bare. A week from now, its magnificent pink flowers will fly away with the first gust of wind. Hearty green leaves will replace the flora during summer, and the chill of autumn will cause the leaves to fall to the ground, leaving the tree naked once again.
Artists have created countless images of the four seasons, but my favorite is an embroidery art piece that Andy and I purchased in Vietnam. The work took the artist four months to complete because of its intricate design. We wanted to buy all four seasons, but only had space for one, so we chose our favorite: spring; a time of renewal and hope.
There are days when I’m in full bloom and feeling glorious like my pink flowers of spring, while other times I feel vulnerable like the barren tree of winter. I’ve come to accept this emotional ebb and flow, knowing it’s part of living a full life. My crabapple tree’s blossoms serve as a generous reminder to cherish what’s right in front of me, realizing that nothing lasts forever in this ever-changing world.