I've mentioned in this blog before
that my grandparents' house was surrounded on three sides
by bridal wreath spirea.
Their house was painted a crisp white with a sky blue roof,
so when in bloom, the spirea gave the whole place an unequaled charm.
I thought of my grandparents' spirea after seeing a magnificent one in bloom
in our neighborhood yesterday.
Funny how an image can instantaneously transport us back to an earlier time.
If I ever live on a sunny plot of land again,
I will surround my house with flowering shrubs,
and I'll save at least one spot
for a bridal wreath spirea.
For old time's sake, of course.