Snowball tree.

I learned recently that these beautiful snowball flowers mean more than I thought they did. I’ve seen the tree they were plucked from come in and out of bloom for years now, thinking nothing of their origin. Long ago, this tree was just a potted plant, placed tenderly in the ground. It now stands tall, watching the house it helped make into a home. Truthfully, I’ve never really loved flowers. I connect them with funerals, table decorations, and spring cleaning. They remind me of grief and the ever cyclical push to look put together, orderly, bright, and happy, but I think I could learn to love flowers like these.

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