I wish I knew as much as the trees sometimes, or the flowers, or the winds that tossle with them. The privilege of envisioning their joy is as much of a pleasure as it is wishful. I thought I’d share some of the beauty that I see outside my window every day. This weekend the wind was blowing hard. Shaking the trees of their delicate petals, the winds became a dance of colors. Yellow, white, pink, and purples swirled among the treetops creating an atmosphere of life, joyfully falling to the growing grass.