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In late summer the trees in our front yard flower, Our neighbor calls the trees "high heavens" because the blossoms, and subsequent purple berries, reach toward the sky, and in late afternoon sun take on an ethereal, golden-lavender color. When the trees blossom, they are filled with honeybees going about their pollon-collecting business. Some days the trees are so filled with bees, when I stand under them it sounds as if I am standing in a beehive. in the blossoming trees the bees' hum. |
