On my morning run I keep running from one magnolia tree to the next smelling the blossoms. One I stopped at to smell
Blossoms last summer on my way to Georgetown for appointments. Strength through the aesthetic side of nature. The other morning I stopped, sniffed a blossom and said “It smells so beautiful” to my running partner, Huck. The couple next to us laughed at me. They obviously don’t know the joy of smelling trees with ones dog.