Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.
— Mr. Rogers
There is a two week stretch every March where the bare-naked-sad-winter trees stand right next to the fat-fluffy-laughing-blossom spring trees. What an odd phenomenon. The laughing tree is in full bloom wearing a ballgown while the sad little barren tree looks on. Now that it’s July and all the trees are covered in green, I wish I could go back to that day in March and tell that skeleton of a tree not to worry, and that the laughing tree will loose all those blossoms in a few days and people will curse at the exceptional amounts of pollen falling out of that nuisance of a ballgown.
The laughing tree is annoying.
Hey I know that church, its down on roosevelt