This is the time of year that makes me want to stop the spinning world, and to sit here for a long while.  The blooms are so beautiful, so redolent, it’s painful to know that in just a moment, the petals will be gone in a warm blizzard.  I have to stop myself from getting sad about it, from mourning spring before it’s over. Similar I guess, to the realization that these kids too are growing up so quickly, and that it is of the utmost importance to stop at the park, and to lie full-length in the grass, and sink into the earth, and to look up at my gorgeous children shining in the trees above me.