Outside the bedroom window, there are two pagoda trees. Days by days and seasons by seasons, I see them going green, turning yellow and getting bald, never thought about it until today, right at this moment, they are blooming like a 14 years old girl. The mild fragrance emitted by those tiny creamy flowers make me swoon. I had to take a one hour’s good nap after the lunch, sleeping in the shadows casted by their leaves and smelling this kind of hallucinogenic aroma as if I was in an Indian temple.

Night time. I decided to pick some flowers home. This time I was going to make it happen no matter how my husband would protest. Guess what, I made it, finally….brough 4 big bunches of flowers back home and arranged them in a glass vase falling like a cascade. I couldn’t be happier. I think this is all I wanted for this spring. Under the trees, gotta enjoy them to the most