Windshield Views: May 1, 2013

Every spring, Locust trees take me by surprise. There they are: humble symbols of homesteading: quick growing stretches of shade. They are short-lived and their brittle trunks make lousy firewood when they die. They are not particularly attractive or graceful. But, oh! They smell heavenly when they bloom. That is when it happens! A common, ungainly tree becomes magical aroma therapy on a late spring morning.

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