One month out of the year, the redbud tree in front of my father’s house, the house I grew up in, explodes into a vision of pink that perfectly matches the house’s trim. Seeing those flowers is reassurance that spring has arrived and summer is not far behind. Today, out for a walk, I found the tree in full bloom. How can I study for finals on a day when the world is so obviously inviting me to slip on my best sundress and go tree climbing?
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