Ode to Catalpa (Diahoga Trail; Sayre, PA June 12, 2021)
When I was a kid, your blossoms signified the beginning of a Summer of nature exploration. Three months of freedom. Some years your blooms were so abundant that, when they dropped, the entire sidewalk was covered in your delicate pearly petals. I'd walk far out around your trunk to avoid stepping on them. Surely it would have done no actual harm, but it would feel irreverent to trample the beauty that to me signified Summer freedom.