I happened to find a few plum blossoms coming out in the garden this afternoon. They are ushering in the arrival of spring here. It is still getting frozen every morning. But the plum tree must know that the daytime getting longer. It tells we won't need to endure this bleak weather too long for now.
For what am I moved by such a small thing? I might have overlooked when I was young. This tree is placed just before the dining kitchen of the my parents' house. They might have had fun watching these flowers coming out. Again I thought of the flow all the lives shared at this moment. I am sure my parents used to feel in the same fashion if not being clearly conscious of that.