Right on cue

Cecilia will arrive here the day after tomorrow, leaving behind the late New Hampshire "spring," which at this point consists of melting piles of snow and brown earth and trees that won't bloom until May. I told her that her cherry tree might be flowering by the time she gets here.

It bloomed today, after two days of 80-degree weather, so I took a picture of it to prove to her that it is, indeed, spring in West Virginia.

It's her tree because she discovered it the first spring we lived here when she visited in April. She would have been 7 years old at the time, and I didn't know that I had a cherry tree until she brought me some flowers she picked from it. I guess the two acres of land were so huge to me that I hadn't sufficiently explored the "back forty," where it's on the side of the house away from the doors. She thought it was funny that I didn't know there was such a beautiful tree right in my side yard, so right then and there it became "Cecilia's tree."

And now, in anticipation of her visit, it has bloomed right on cue. We're waiting for you, girl!