Mus'ing

PSITHURISM

  I think it is finally spring in South Dakota. The American Plum Bush is in full bloom. The apple, pear, and peach





trees are leafing out and starting to think about blooming along with the chokecherry bushes. The English Snow





Pea is coming up in the garden and in three more weeks the rest of the garden will be planted.





    It will be warm enough to sit in the back yard and listen to the psithurism, [sith-urr-izm] - meaning the sound of





the wind passing through the leaves of the trees.





  Hah, The sounds and smells of summer. The smell of steak on the grill, smell of green grass, and psithurism





all rolled into one symphony of summer.


 





      Now this is what I would call a good Blog. Thanks for reading.-charlie55