So. It has happened. What is happening now in Provo is what happens in Tennessee (only slightly less beautiful because Tennessee is just plain gorgeous in the springtime). The grass creeps out onto the sidewalks, onto muddy pathways, into dry dirt and everywhere else. Flowers are peeking out of their hiding places in their nice brown beds. Some are holding their heads high, flashing their colorful faces at passerbys. The popcorn trees have erupted. Yes, even the popcorn trees whose blossoms are reminiscent of that delightful movie time snack have bloomed in their full glory, and other trees seem to compete - who will have the most blossoms this year? Who? Every tree on campus is showing off to students walking below their lofty branches, waving in the wind as if to draw attention to their fluffy flowered hands. The smell of rain wafts through the air, cold and crisp. I jump in a puddle as I make my way to Taco Bell with my friend Cody. We each devour a Mike Black Burrito - the BYU special. We step outside and breathe. Spring has sprung in Provo, UT.
These pictures I took of a magnolia (?) tree near the Museum of Art on campus. Mom, Claire, don't kill me if I got the name wrong. For all I know, this could be an Australian Pink Daisy.
All is well. Spring has sprung.
