There is a tree at the bottom of the steps leading to the Chesapeake Bay that flowers in the late Spring. I don't know what kind of tree it is. The flowers perfume the air, which is much needed at times of low tide or heavy rains, when Pennsylvania "flushes" and all of their "stuff" ends up floating down the Bay. But, sitting under the flowering branches on a wet stone and watching the sail boats drift by, and watching the clouds float by, and listening to the sea birds as the morning becomes afternoon is a grand thing indeed.

Stumble It!