On Plum Blossoms
Friday, March 30th, 2007Just across the street from my office in the Dupont Circle area of Washington, DC, stands a gnarled old plum tree. It’s not graceful; it’s all elbows and knees, rather like an adolescent who hasn’t grown into his spindly body yet. It’s dark and scraggly, looking as if it’s an effort just to hang on to life. [...]
