Mi Mi Mimosa

Can you believe that there is a mimosa tree on my street.? I picked a blossom on the way home from tennis yesterday and then situated it in some hydrangeas. Half the block smells like sweet mimosa blossoms. They are actually pretty much weeds, these guys, that grow into real trees. I love them so much. Their flowers are softer than feathers, their design more refined that the thinnest fiber optics, their scent sweet yet fresh. I have wonderful memories of mimosas.

When my father built the house in which he now lives, originally meant for our family, he planted a mimosa tree under my window. It was struck by lightening. No joke.