Ya know?

Flirtatious: "Blossom for your hair?"

Real Mood: Bloomed

Prediction: A coyote will eat a prarie dog tommorrow. 

So, sometime in the Spring, you're walking along a path, and you look up and all the flowering trees are in BLOOM! They weren't in BLOOM yesterday. They weren't in BLOOM last night. At some instant in time they BLOOMED, and you missed the moment.  And it's not just one tree that BLOOMED. They all BLOOMED at the same time, and where were you?  Where was I? Has anyone ever witnessed this special moment in nature?  I've not.  I've not talked to anyone who has.

Maybe some botantists and nature photographers have captured  the moment?  But if they had,  you'd think they'd tell us. The blossoms are so impressive on their opening day, you'd think they (the blossoms) would want to be acknowledged for their impressive coordination.

I can understand an Aspen grove leafing out on the same day.  You may or may not know those Aspen are all one living unit.

But these Crabapples for instance? They are communicating on some level that's beyond our consciousness..  And they are playing games with us. 

"Okay guys, he's focused on us right now. Let's do it when he blinks. Go on my signal. There's the BLINK! Okay, THREE, TWO, ONE, BLOOM!"

In the words of the late Ed Sullivan?

"This is a great time of year to start thinking about nature's "really, really, really, big shews (AKA SHOWS)."

If you've been naive about the force of water? (Who after the Tsunami and  Katrina could be?) Get up in the mountains and watch creeks and gullies fill up streams and rivers racing downhill. (DON'T GET TOO CLOSE AND HAVE AN ESCAPE ROUTE MAPPED OUT.) The force, the symphonic noise, the mist, all combine to overwhelm and mesmerize you.

Watch a tree limb race downstream at unblievable speed. Watch it bounce of rocks and bob up and down through eddies, a victim of gravity's pull.

Watch an iced over waterfall begin its steady DRIP, DRIP, DRIP! Then go back a week later and listen to the impressive "SPLAT" and "ROAR"  as tons of WET HAMMERS  and CHISELS carve new works of art for us to discover..

High Mountain Wildflowers don't typically show up until mid Summer. But want a really colorful show here in Colorado?  About a month from now, mid-may, go in search of the Mountain Iris. Gigantic fields of purple between 7 and 10 thousand feet. It's a good idea to stay on the road. It's the mud season.

This imaginary sensory trip is JUST A NIBBLE OF THE VISUAL AND AURAL FEAST THAT WILL BEFALL YOU ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF PaulsModestMusings. GET YOUR NAPKINS READY. SHARPEN UP YOUR KNIVES AND FORKS. TOGETHER WE WILL CARVE? blah, blah, blah, blah. 

for my generation's eyes only: isn't a blossom just a "flower child?"