Windshield Views (5/1/13)

Every spring, the Locust trees take me by surprise. They smell heavenly when they bloom.

These trees are humble markers of abandoned homesteads. They were planted as quick-growing, bits of shade. The trees are short-lived and their brittle trunks make lousy firewood. Their shape is not particularly attractive or graceful. But, oh! When they bloom, this common, ungainly tree becomes magical aromatherapy.

Note: I learned in Trail of Tears, The Rise and Fall of the Cherokee Nation, by John Ehle, that the Cherokees fermented honey locust seeds to make beer. Maybe, that is why we see one on so many abandoned homesteads? Maybe, those pioneers werent quite the teetotalers we thought they were. And I always thought they were planted for shade